Showing sad poems for tag "music"

The Man And His Harp.

Faith Emily

The harpist played one long
Melancholy note that stretched
Around the room like a fire
That has nowhere else to go.

His fingers gently plucked and stroked
The golden strings made of
Thick strong wire that someone could 
Easily wrap around their neck.

His face held no emotion
Not one drop of sadness or hope
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