Crimson Violin

I sit and stare
as she begins
her final muse
played gracefully
upon her
crimson violin

She lays the knife-edge
gently across her tender flesh
to play a song
i won't soon forget

The tune begins
a crawl at first
as the unforgiving bow
glides smoothly
across her forsaken strings

another stroke
another note
as she lays weeping
forgotten
alone in her room

The next movement starts
note by note
splatter by splatter
She's writing a song
of how
she didn't matter

her hands tremble
it's almost done
They'll find her life's notes
strewn across the floor

There'll be no encore
this time around
no loud roar
of a heart broken crowd

just the silence and woe
of a pain gone unnoticed
but the whole world should have known

not another note
nor another splatter
her songs are all written
of how she didn't matter