Richard played his violin.
Softly granting music place,
It calmed his nerves, made anxiety hide.
Where war raged, song assuaged.
John's axe tinged an affirmation,
As did Kevin's righteous sword,
Albert strummed a longing chord,
Wishing to be a beloved singularity,
Betwixt Christopher and Richard playing mirthfully,
Admist a crowd of lightened hearts,
Those centermost melodies freed from fear,
Would dance around an apple tree,
Composed of just us three.