ECHO WOOD

My heart is a violin

It is soft when it’s quiet

It is loud when it’s fierce

It is a part among many

It is strung to be plucked

But she didn’t use the bow 

She didn’t play along

She stripped it of its roots

And cracked the hollow bark

And the song wanted to be played

The chorus wanted to be sung

But she just left it there

Infinitely mute

Paused

Forever