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Old tears, locked away for years on end.

Creep towards the surface of my eyes.

Why won’t the tears stop?!?

Why do they torment me like this?!?

Why, now do they choose their freedom?!?



I try to protect my tears with faces of sheer lies.

I try to save my face from the pain of the tears.

When will the tears stop?!?

When will they leave my thoughts?!?

When will they hide themselves?!?



My tears continue to slay my expression.

They won’t stop, they won’t slow!

How do I make them go?!?

How do they keep coming?!?

How do I let them hurt me?!?



The tears keep coming to my face!

Oh, the pain of my tears!

Where do they come from?!?

Who are they for?!?

What do I have to do to make them leave?!?

The world became still,

The trees stopped swaying

The water stopped flowing

The birds stopped flying



All time had halted,

The kids stopped playing

The plants stopped growing

The sick stopped dying



And for that moment I was happy,

All was silent

All was peaceful

All was perfect



Why can’t the world stand still again?

The Violin sits,

waiting to be played

waiting to be heard

waiting to kill



Silently it waits,

perfectly tuned

perfectly polished

Perfectly ready



None will touch its beauty,

No one will play its songs

No one will strike its strings

No one will hear its deadly tune



Still the Violin sits,

waiting to be played

waiting to be heard

waiting to kill all who hear its banefule tune.