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
What?
The music has stopped!
He stands up
In his smart black suit
Head bowed
Forlorn
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
