Bruised fingers
Hammer at keys
Strings vibrate
So painfully.
Ivory and onyx
Dance their way
Into a splendour
Intricately woven.
Shivering strings
Shudder and heave
In a flowing tune
Composed by worn hands
Masterfully, in agony
A song is set ablaze
One like no other
Wounded, yet sheer perfection.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
A Little Bit of Nothing
PoesíaWhen one looks at the world as a whole, this poetry collection amounts to nothing at all. Not only that, you and I probably amount to nothing. Yet, there is some substance, a little "something" that makes life worth living. We spend all our lives li...
