funnygirlygirl99

It is a fragile line, A note. Held suspended by the air As if a snowdrop, Curling gently in its descent, Ever wavering, Never capturing the attention It rightly deserves Spinning, broken, Destitute, Like a careful little finely-tuned melody To the trained ear His fingers have been tormented But he cannot simply stop. The point of no return Is a much more dangerous place Than they let on He plays because he must, And in that string, In that note, There is his meaning of life. Glisten like a snowdrop, Glide like an albatross over the sea Perhaps today it will make a difference. They drop pennies in the hat at his feet.