In heaven the angels sing.
on earth I play.
The piano.
The violin.
Sad creatures of music.
That flow through my fingers.
Touching and sighing.
Breathing out notes of worth.
High little voices screaming.
Expressing emotions.
Such as anger and depression.
As sorrow and loneliness.
Breaking stride and dripping,
like love and hate.
Teardrops rain onto the instruments.
As I play a song of loss.
Themes of fear.
Themes of loss.
of friendship and love.
No longer able to speak.
Through my fingers.
Only sadness remains.
Through my hands.
Only sorrow and fear.
A contest entry
- Give me your best by condor.
2600 points, ended August 20, 193 entries
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