The musician plays with no emotion

content with being content

content with never hoping

because hoping leads to dreaming

and dreams never come true

the tears are all for you

so the music plays

the notes play flat

the critics want more

the critics cannot handle more

the musician plays the strings some more

fingers bled and bleed some more

a story slips and slips and slips

a withered soul with muted lips

a withered soul from broken heart

a withered soul from isolation

a withered soul from desperation

the critics are hungry for more

they cannot hear the sounds of pain

the pain of the musician

so the musician plays louder

if the music is louder

maybe they will leave the musician alone

to play a lone musician

on a lonely throne

forever content on just being alone