Broken world
Shattered people
We need a net of dulcet tones
To bring them together
A silver stream
A honey pool of dappled shade
Where music dances
Amidst the gush of falling water
Snaking through the air
Glorying in outdoor freedom,
The piping of a flute
And the honey song of a fiddle
In a world of distance,
Two instruments breath as one
One catching where the other stumbles,
You shall not sing alone.
a/n: I hope you enjoyedx
me and my friend possibly met up a week ago to play instruments together (socially distantly of course) and it was incredibly lovely to see another human face again, so poetry had to be written ;)
Question: do you play a musical instrument?
(I play the flute and cello)
Cassie <3
