Fragile

A fragile song,
With fragile fingers,
Perfect white keys that she will never see.

Something strong keeps her fingers moving,
A courage that not many have the chance to find,
A courage so strong, yet so hard to realize it’s there.

She knows what it is like to memorize everything she has learned,
She knows the secrets to remembering,
To keeping the love for music inside her.

Nothing but words, strong words,
Meant for diminishing hope, for taking encouragement,
Can break this fragile courage of a song.

The sky is crying

The sky is crying.
I know because her tears streak, blur the window like oil.
Her noisy, miserable breath shakes the trees,
And makes the lakes hurricane their waves.
Her face is pale,
Her tears splatter down to earth.
Everything is cold and slippery when the sky cries.