Deep down we all know

Deep down we all know

by Elizabeth Challinor

Notes spring from his fingers

Like lambs frolicking in a field

Streamimg in rivulets of melodies

Teasing, pleasing each other

Carrying us away downstream


The music has stopped!

He stands up

In his smart black suit

Head bowed


I can't play anymore!

This note isn't working

A cruel emptiness descends upon us all

Beauty ripped from our ears

We couldn't hear the silence of the note

Couldn't he just have played on?

Deep down we all know

The answer

The flower blooms to please no-one

Elizabeth Challinor