Our hearts are born

With strings attached

Hung like marionettes

To be manipulated

Strung like harps

To be played.



By unrehearsed fingers

Our tunes are discordant

Clashing sharps and flats

Strings bent and


When misused

Or else we dance

To the dizzying tunes

Of others

And forget to sing

Our own song.


When hearts duet

Some melodies

Crescendo fast

And end abruptly

Some refrains

Start brightly


Become balladic

Lamenting and woeful.


But in heartfelt harmony

Are composed symphonies

Intricately beautiful

Cascading concertos

And lilting legatos

Rare masterpieces

Accompanying our lives

Until eventually

Our cherished aged strings

Wear thin

And our fading tunes



Emma H, age 26, 01/09/2017

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