The Violin

Once there was music And then there was none The violin's Journey was done She shattered into A million bits And nothing they did Could ever fix it. The violin Until her death Cried with Her every breath But only her music, The world chose to hear, When she went out of tune The world didn't care. No one played her strings In her last years of life, They put her away , Left her music to die. Her music which Once filled the air Had left a silence Too loud to not hear And everyone Then missed her songs To which they never Sang along But everyone wanted To play her once more When she lay in pieces Upon the cold floor.