Rhythm

I left my heart out on display
in a small glass case smudged with dirt and grime,
so now the hurried wanderers can hear for a few futile seconds
its simple endless tune:

i'm-here i'm-here i'm-here i'm-here

chipping away at my hopes and dreams,

i'm-here i'm-here i'm-here i'm-here


Part of me wants crowds to gather
and marvel at the amazing feat
of the life rushing in and out of me,
quietly singing

i'm-here i'm-here i'm-here i'm-here

almost like a prayer, asking for forever,

i'm-here i'm-here i'm-here i'm-here


But now, as it sits, chanting,
they stand and stop and stare,
because my tiny heart is whispering
a new song almost too quiet to hear:

nothing nothing nothing nothing

Then, they might just walk away,
and live their simple lives,
never hearing my hearts final lines

nothing nothing nothing gone.