Strings play softly in the background
Each melody catching my teardrops as they fall to the ground.
Duets from violin and bass strings sing the story of my life…
I am the harp’s solo. Solo. I stand alone and cry… as strings play.
Strings play continuously in the background,
Reminding me of the many times my heart fell out my chest,
Left broken, yet beating on the ground.
Strings are actively playing, unable to save me from dismay.
So as the cello exists the symphony, so are my emotions, I have nothing to say.
But the strings carry on and play.
They play louder for me as I hold back on this poem.
They endlessly play without a title to their song.
My cries and screams are covered by the strings.
My acoustic is gone, taking away everything..
And I can’t breathe. But my woodwind is at arms reach..
So I flee the scene, my piccolo says everything will be okay…
Yet I still leave a small portion of my heart in the same room where…
The strings play.