< Act I
April 11 2021
Orlando, Florida

Heartstrings

There was once a luthier

The finest in the North

He could repair any strings

And they would come from far and wide

With their broken bones

But for all his magic in mending

He did not play a single tune

As a boy he had once

The most beautiful symphonies

But when he broke his first

He took a vow

To unlearn

What a shame

For the tunes he played

Brought tears to the eyes

Instead he dedicated himself to fixing the strings

So the others could make the music

He longed to create