Silver Waiting

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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