Tower of Ivory - "The Starving Art"

The Starving Art
by
Kristen Marie Kane

Lonely, the tremulous notes were,
Invisible strands of amber
Silk
Twined between my fingers
Evincing nothing more than the
Nebulous delusions of my own grandeur.

Forgotten soon, the hollow sound.
Emerging only to be
Eclipsed by the newer patterns already
Languishing in the womb.

Born to a soul that could not do them
Even the slightest justice.
Longing for purpose, fulfillment
In the confining hands of an
Easily distracted ingenue.
Vying for maturity with a thousand other
Eager, unborn symphonies.

The End