Her Music

No rhythm 
He said,
And she flinched. 

She had been beating 
The drums for 
Pounding out
Her sorrows, 
Striking down
Her fears,
Whisking away 
Her teardrops
And steadying 
Her heart. 

But he listened 
To her story
For less 
Than half 
Her fingertips,
And closed his ears
Because he wasn’t 
Feeling it.