To them, it comes so easily
A few simple notes blur together in a beautiful noise
Dancing all over the scales, my expression
Unreadable, even through the thickest glass
Not one, not two
Not three or four
Unable to be accurately represented as any number
The knowledge they'll only judge with narrowed eyes
So instead of playing my infinite rhythms aloud
I sit in the corner, quietly, with my ears plugged
My own little lonely world
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Random Short Stories/Poems
RandomWARNING: May be disturbing or graphic This will contain short stories and poems that I write just because! Some will be horror, some sweet, some just plain weird
