Harp Concert

The people in the room wait for the next girl

Who comes up to perform the harp with practiced

Notes and cool confidence but I, my eye

Pays no notice to them and gazes to see

My girl with moist eyes and a reddened face

And she moves at a hurried pace to a place where no attention

Weighs on her… and the weight can be held in silence.

She feels small but she’s tall enough to be

An adult that hides the child I remember when she

Burst onto the earth with a fearless cry.

But now failure before a crowd chills the joy she brims with

And I can say nothing because I have no answer.

Nothing to change what happened.

Nothing to make things right.

Only love. Only mute, stupid love.

 

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