Fractured Serenade

...Do I lay you to rest? Gathering up the harp Assuming its over via the cold shoulder Pure skin I once travelled hands pressed Playing strings with grace lost in sound when did emotion blind thee? Once gentle heart beats Darken eyes what one saw now feels distant callus fingers and brittle notes such a soft song turned hate no move, afraid in doing so snap, sweating and broken detachment resentment our harp has fallen yet you know where thee Sundials, caterpillars to butterflies "sweat of the brow" what have we grown into? Pick you up Any chances left? bruised and broken "play that song of love". This, I can not promise