Songs of Innocence

A poem I wrote about 10 years ago while still in high school. It's a simple exaggeration of a more serious topic.

Music notes lay on a sheet

Measures written, quicken beat

A child sees this page of song

Never knowing, playing wrong

She pounds her tiny, stubby fists

Against the keyboard--Ivory kissed

Child bangs sound crispy clear

Her brother sits there, swollen tear

Droplets, water, then escape

From boy's eyelids; Staring, gape

Girl makes music; He can too

He could make songs

That, he knew

Mother tramples into room

Children see this; Sound of gloom

She tells children to stop the noise

She tells them to use other toys

Little child, dressed in skirt

Thought she played well--Feelings hurt

Stepping away from music page

Dreaming, hoping to vacate cage

Little brother--Happy glee!

His sister's smile; Gone he see

She lays down on great nature's bed

Wishing

Praying

Dreaming

Dead

Mother wakes her soul up from

The deepest sadness had become

Maybe she was harsh before

After all, the girl is only four

Mother walks back into room of fun

But all she sees is child's gun

Then there lying on the couch

Next to brother; Bleeding mouth

Only music could be known

To describe the joyful; Painless tone

The piano still plays on and on

And reminds the mother; Children gone