the music turns away

melancholy melody,

the music in her smile.

like the guilty guitar strings,

aching to confess.

the let down of the flute,

it doesn't play peace anymore.

she hides her sax, in the

dusty cupboard of forgotten memories

the violin breaks its strings, and

strangles the tune.that

once was cherished.


he won't come again to

play the old piano, and

it will sit there,


the trapped songbird, she.


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Lory Gaur

Sat 21st Dec 2013 09:38

oh yes i realise that violin is spelled incorrectly. i guess i typed in haste. anyway, thanx a lot :)

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Andy N

Fri 20th Dec 2013 12:30

beauitfully wrote, lory. you may want to check your spelling a little but i would be sending this out to magazines if i was you, it's worth it.

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