Poetry

[piano_lady]

A wasted dollar may draw a tear,

But behind each tear is a thousand hurts

Put to the back of the mind.

In silence, in darkness

They role down her cheek.

Seeping from a wounded heart.

The quiet sobs none can see, none can hear, so none can ask,

The questions avoided, the secrets kept.

Then it's over, eyes dry, face washed, never a sound.

Beneath a calm face lie the secrets,

The unseen tears, the troubles never told.

But if you listen you can hear.

In the music you will find her soul,

Not blatant, not waved before the face.

All that is in her, the joys the sorrows, the tears no one saw,

The depths witch words can not express,

Will be found within her music.

If you care to listen,

If you care to understand,

You will hear it.

You will know her joy and grief.

For every heart will reveal itself,

But only if you listen.

For she will not share her soul,

With those who will not understand.