• _nomad 9w

    He plays his skin like a violin,
    armed with a shiny metal bow.
    He moves back and forth,
    tone deaf as death.

    This music has no beauty to show.
    Passion is bled with no words said.
    For this song is just instrumental.
    And when the boy falls
    down without a sound,
    He can't make it to recital.

    ©_nomad