Fragile Strings

A fragile string of a violin

Waiting for that tender caress

Of the understanding bow

So that it may express its sorrow;

For that reliable ear

 leaning all of its attention toward the neglected soul.

The constant vibrations of pain

hoping to be guided

to harmony’s healing home.

Ailing hearts whisper to the melody

You’re not alone…

Offering an answer to the aching

Cries for companionship

That is where pain and passion

collide their art to conceive

A beautiful mess

Traveling like a spill,

much too swift

 and too great to fully absorb

But if you’re lucky

it will swim through your emotions
and stain your mind

Until solitude becomes a stranger

Until you become a part of

More than just the parts of you.