The Sky Cried

And there he sits with his lonely heart
Restless yet quietly he plucks the strings and
Hazily he stares at the ripples in the pond
Murmuring the lyric of some melancholy tone

You could feel the soul of the music he played
Though quite unconscious but his face was blank
But the waves in the air swayed away
To his every note that was at play

Lonely as ever, his eyes spoke about him
As his fixed stare reflected his thoughts so well
Along with the ripples his music flowed
In his heart, it touched every note

Suddenly his spell was broken by the brisk shower
As he finally turned his stare at the raining sky
His heart could not cry nor could his manly eyes
But the rain spoke a lot about his broken ties