With my fingers I will play for you a single note
The note of an instrument with only one string
The only string I've ever played
On the only instrument I've ever learned
But I need not learn another,
For in that note there is such a melody;
Such a confident retelling of existence and what it means to be alive;
Such a comforting anecdote that soothes souls and brings people to tears;
And it is such an accomplishment of the arts
(I have been told)
That I need never learn another
And so for you, I play this one note
on this one-stringed harp
Because I have been told it will make you happy
And that is all I ever need
YOU ARE READING
Something Unbearably Pretentious
PoetryA collection of poetry in no particular order and on no particular subject. Don't mind the cover, I didn't want to spend time making one so I'm using a scan of a drawing page full of this guy I made who kinda looks like how the internet draws Spamto...
