Crumpled wings, tattered baby cloths
Broken dolls turned grey with age
Forgotten childhood melodies, held in metal
Hidden caged joy sat on a lap backstage
Through the velvet curtains, another song
Rested gently with her hands on ivory
The notes she forced did not belong
To the trapped melodies they were too binary
But tired of the dullness, tired of care
She stood up from her cushioned chair
From there the metal object dropped
A necklace from childhood that was always locked
And opened up new melodies that had since then only watched
Each note flew free, wild and clear
Vibrant colors like wispy thread intertwined
Here, she unknowingly released a tear
And remembered the melodies she left behind
Out of the curtains she emerged
In hand her locket caused an applause well deserved
Melodious notes flew out of her with wings outspread
Leaving behind the heavy notes that filled her with dread
– Ava