She played to her own rhythm,
Her orchestra nothing more than than a gust of unassuming wind..
And with that gust of wind, she began her unceasing symphony:
The violin sang with majesty
The piano played with the tones of a thousand keys
Flutes joined the blessed chorus with bravery
Somewhere a conductor counted one and two and three
Pages turned with speed and agility
She turned the tale into a discovery
At first sounding like mere scenery
But quickly turning to utter battery
YOU ARE READING
Love Outlives Us All
PoetryYou speak lies like a skilled sinner You sob symphonies like Mozart You whisper entire worlds to me like your some sort of goddess You're full of promises you'll never keep If I cut you will angels weep You seems so perfect, so charming You're so...
