Literature
Of Metal Bows and Violins Made Of Skin.
She plays her skin like a violin,
armed with a shiny metallic bow.
She moves back and forth,
tone deaf as death.
This music has no beauty to show,
her passion is bled with no words said.
For this song is just an instrumental melody,
Nothing but silence is heard as she strums each chord.
A symphony of her death that shall soon come to pass,
It's Orchestra of Soundless Music Mystery.
A serenade of silence.
A Song of relief that for her is music to her ears,
though neither you nor me can hear this blissful melody.
Nobody but her is graced with the ability to hear its angelic tune.
All we hear is Nothing,
But we see plenty as she plays he