If paper were an instrument
The music it would play
Would haunt us with a memory
That the world could never sway
Sometimes we’d get paper cuts
Our tears would mix with ink and blood
The scars would look like music notes
Of a long lost lullaby… the sort that makes one cry
Music, art, and literature
Would dance and twist and blend
Time would cease to be
Our lives would have no end
Bright colors would seduce us
Blacks, whites, and greys would amuse us
Call us back to rational
Yet the sweetness would remain
What was once considered mythical,
Or magical,
Or mystical,
Would be reality’s old fancy
Faeries, dragons, will-o’-the--wisps
Are the melody’s poison kiss
A German gift
A blade that’s swift
If paper were an instrument
If paper were an instrument
These would not be just words
It would be a spell
A child’s wish
Of a much more pleasant world
