there was beauty in the instrument
It sang to me a lilting tune
And produced a pleasing melody
As i plucked its taut string
With my callused fingers
Faster i played,
Melody issued forth
Faster faster,
The melody flowed forth
Tauter tauter,
The strings went
Then it happened
The strings snapped
The instrument was spent, exhausted
But the melody was beautiful
So haunting
I hadn't had enough
I wanted more
So i strung it up again
And tuned it
For the next round
