ADONIS
~You're a homeless musician who plays outside a train station for tips. One day, someone leans over and drops something unusual into your case~
Melodic rifts drift into the air.
A million souls in abyss march to the hymns without care.
This bustling city is beating it's drum.
Each kick snares; soulless, snarling and numb.
Unaware of surroundings, physically drained.
Eye contact is strange, but a microchip speaking to brain?
These Blue teeth replaced public connection.
Fumbled conception, Drones can't recognize Acoustic reflection.
Harmony's strung, hung by autonomy's tongue.
But if poverty lacked novelty then mech's wouldn't have won.
Instead, I sit, bearing my heart on a string.
Striking cords for the hordes of beings baron of dreams.
Each day, the same. Stiletto's clack-clack, herding of soles.
Throats choked by ties suited for gold.
Cyborgs slaving for presidential love notes.
Ironically, ignoring my loving – Musical notes.
Symphonic wars eluding ears exposed.
But I love what I do for a populace doomed.
Chronic plucking of tunes guiding light into views.
Enlivening broods when constant consonance swoons.
Eventually robots will recognize soul, at least I presume.
Suddenly – A child stands, hovering close.
Smiling alive, he hands me accord.
Delighted with dance, he moves with the flow.
Could it be? A spirit? A soul?
No; and here I thought I was the last of my bread.
Raggedy clothes enhancing my reek.
Lacking Ivory peaks and money for desiring things.
My only change was the hope for inspiring wings.
And he floats... Gliding as free.
Moving sprightly, his excitement is fleeing.
The escape of his joy has brightened my dreams.
I once played for value, but his gift can't be purchased.
Hope isn't a myth...
So I'll prick these strings with a new
Musical purpose...
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