her calloused fingers pluck heartstrings and play a cutting refrain of four three two one she tells a story of a girl who has no idea what she is doing whose hands are supple and young whose fingers count out four three two one
she listens she plays she has no idea what she is doing
a letter she writes she reads she tells a story she has no idea what she’s doing she plays a chord of four three two one her heartstrings have been plucked
she her different people same chord same letter same note four three two one different girls same note same chord same letter she writes she reads they have no idea what they are doing she reads she writes things change different girls same letter same chord same note but these two share it four three two
this is just a quick 10 minute poem i wrote last night. enjoy!