A Letter From A Forgotten Instrument

Birdgirl

"A letter from a forgotten Instrument "

You are my composer 

I am your musical note 

We flow together as one 

Together we play such sweet music 

When the sun goes down 

You tug on my heart strings 

That's when the music you write is sorrowful 

And again together we compose a symphony 

The most beautiful notes played on my heart 

From  your finger tips 

Fluttering and swiftly 

When we part

I feel myself aching to feel your finger tips 

Gently strumming my strings 

I sit and wait as long as it takes for you to come back 

Over time my strings rust and break 

As I lie in wait faithfully 

Collecting dust 

In a corner 

Once a beautiful and expensive Instrument 

Now dulled 

Worth nothing 

And forgotten 

Still faithfully waiting for you to come back to me 

To polish me up 

To fix my broken strings 

To make me sing together like we used to 

 

RB2.4

  • Author: Birdgirl (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 5th, 2024 12:38
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Soman Ragavan


    My comments on the poem "A letter from a forgotten instrument” by Birdgirl
    Usually, it is the musician who is the composer. Here, the poem says that the instrument is the composer and the poet is the notes that come out of the instrument.
    “You tug on my heart strings…” After the strings of the instrument, it is about the heart’s strings. Typical poetic expressions. The music coming from the heart is “sorrowful” :
    “Our sweetest songs are those of the saddest thought.”
    --Percy B. Shelley (1792-1822)
    « The most beautiful notes played on my heart” : the instrument composes music on your heart.
    Soman Ragavan. 27 January, 2024.
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