Post by Hex on Apr 4, 2010 14:42:18 GMT -5
Unheard
An audience of one
Not her heart
Not their words
But a shadow of a girl
She gives her soul away
Swaying in the sorrow
Bow held tight
So small in the eyes of the world
Lights are off
A barren, haunting stage
Rows of hollow seats
Where people are supposed to be
A shaky breath and she plays
Alone on an island
Waves are her beat
Pulling into string
Flowing fingers dance
Across the home she knows
Familiar places
Vivid sound she can taste
Air like ice
Frozen and still
She is the blade
Cutting cold hearts
They do not hear
They do not know
This girl, who she is
Lonely, playing the song
Of sorrow and tears
Tragedy, lost dreams
Closed doors and forgotten streets
Knowing no one is listening
This is what she knows
Gliding along her being
She doesn't need to talk
There is no reason for speech
Too soon her sonata ends
Time resumes, life begins
Once more she is abandoned
Ordinary girl looking so small
Lights flood on
Applause begins
Hidden by herself
She bows to end
The masterpiece
That he once wrote
Did she give it justice
She'd given it her soul
He approaches the stage
Her words are tucked away
Waiting for
The next piece she plays
He takes her hand
Whisks her to a new stage
Leaving behind
A lifeless place
Now she's gone
He took it all
From vivid aesthetics
To shattered joy
An audience of one
Not her heart
Not their words
But a shadow of a girl
She gives her soul away
Swaying in the sorrow
Bow held tight
So small in the eyes of the world
Lights are off
A barren, haunting stage
Rows of hollow seats
Where people are supposed to be
A shaky breath and she plays
Alone on an island
Waves are her beat
Pulling into string
Flowing fingers dance
Across the home she knows
Familiar places
Vivid sound she can taste
Air like ice
Frozen and still
She is the blade
Cutting cold hearts
They do not hear
They do not know
This girl, who she is
Lonely, playing the song
Of sorrow and tears
Tragedy, lost dreams
Closed doors and forgotten streets
Knowing no one is listening
This is what she knows
Gliding along her being
She doesn't need to talk
There is no reason for speech
Too soon her sonata ends
Time resumes, life begins
Once more she is abandoned
Ordinary girl looking so small
Lights flood on
Applause begins
Hidden by herself
She bows to end
The masterpiece
That he once wrote
Did she give it justice
She'd given it her soul
He approaches the stage
Her words are tucked away
Waiting for
The next piece she plays
He takes her hand
Whisks her to a new stage
Leaving behind
A lifeless place
Now she's gone
He took it all
From vivid aesthetics
To shattered joy