Thursday, September 4

Silver Waiting

She only wants to know what’s right,
But often she is tempered wrong;
The metronome inside her self
Is off the rhythm of her song.

So there she sits in silver waiting
Watching grace notes light her way;
Somewhere in this discord she will
Find the proper tune to play.

Bells inside this box of music
Tread the road they’re set to chime;
Enclosed in her wooden frame
Is silent the unsung sublime.

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