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

Pay no notice to them and gaze 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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