Bruised Melody

(A/N To a very good friend of mine… you are beautiful no matter what anyone says – don’t dare forget that.)

Bruised fingers

Hammer at keys

Strings vibrate

So painfully.

 

Ivory and onyx

Dance their way

Into a splendour

Intricately woven.

 

Shivering strings

Shudder and heave

In a flowing tune

Composed by worn hands

 

Masterfully, in agony

A song is set ablaze

One like no other

Wounded, yet sheer perfection.

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