The Whisper
The Lyre Harp
Lay upon the small wooden table
Unused
Unplayed
Unable
Other than a few strums
Plucked at random
And curiosity
Hoping to accidentally
Come across a tune
But mostly to no avail
Apart from one chord
Reverberating
Echoing
A solo single note
That faded
Like a smouldering fire
Caught in the breeze
Becoming no more
Than a wisp
Of a whisper
by Jemia