GlimmerHope

Finger Singers

Two girls sit serenely on sidewalks,
Speaking through silence; uttering no words,
While you’ve become tired of this town and its countless mocks,
You’ve always been different; never a part of them and their cliques or herds,
These ones understand your anguish and pain,
The way the world has you discarded,
The world that says she’s tolerant and then leaves you out in the rain,
Putting you in a box labeled “retarded”,
But it seems these are two bridges I was not meant to build,
They have already found their clan,
You are by yourself and hate-filled,
It looks like its gonna get worse for you; young man,
But when you sat by the mute maidens,
You saw something that you had forgotten,
Stripped away by the grasps of Satan,
You left that feeling thinking life would always be rotten,
You had no idea how to talk with them,
Yet they still listened,
In this fast-paced world that talent is a gem,
Something seldom done since you were christened,
Love communicated through silence,
Something that if spoken would quickly fade,
Something that seemed to calm your internal rage and violence,
Beyond those things bound by what humanity has made,
An understanding breaking down all barriers,
A feeling that you have not yet fully felt,
For you’ve always been among the baggage carriers,
Until you’ve been bogged down to such a point that your heart felt as though it would melt,
Then you bade them farewell,
It’s likely you’ll never see them again in this life,
There goes your frustration rushing up a stairwell,
Why does this isolation of mine fill me with such strife?
I’m tired of this,
I can’t take this solitude,
When it feels like something is just beginning to pull me from the abyss,
I slip and fall back down into a place where I curse and become crude,
For I heard the most beautiful music,
It is the music that travels along fingertips,
A more spiritual force could not be played using a pick,
And for a moment the pain is no longer so bad under the unrelenting whips....