February 4, 2010

#307 the writing...

a boy, an old spirit
strikes a silent violin in the plant's shadow on my wall
no tears fall from his sad rorschach sillhouette
tears were obsolete for him ages ago

the plant is green and healthy and happy
attracts visitors
improves surroundings
adds life

but behind the cheer
the boy plays for no one
not for joy or fame or status
but because the world whispers to him
he ignores the world's shouts
"Be happy!"
and hears the world's whisper

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