Juggling glass shards From her broken self Numbing down the sting With the head sets help Lourder!, and Louder! Louder yet again! Until it feels like She's filled up her head
With music that does Make her sore hands cry Red, blue and gray Instead of her eyes The bang of the bass, the chello's sweet hum Lets her hands portray what her souls become
Though she did not weep With her lids shut tight The canvas told tales More than could her eyes.