Paper cut

Bleeding symphonies

Floating notes

Painted poetry

Lost in prose

Solitary

Pieces fall

One by one

One in all

Lyrics fade

Silently

Drawn back to

The symphony

What’s lost

Is locked

Not truly gone

It always was

And never won

Bandaged and bruised

But still a hue

My paper’s loud

My sound is true

Stitches burst

Clefs fall down

Crescendoing

To the sound

Colors flood

All around

My paper cut-

Symphonic bound.

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