Silence and Sirens

Copper coil resonates against callouses
She plays
Leaning towards the window looking out
She waits

Though she hears the ships that call from ports unknown
and wonders where the rain goes to when it moves on
She stays

She sings
"If the world wasn't so big,
and the day wasn't so short...
it might be better."
In tune to the ticking, tolling time
She blames her sadness on the weather,
and her problem on her place in line.

The curtains are disheveled;
the blinds are broken.
The tuning of the strings is dissonant
The rain's been falling softly for some time now
She can't remember just where that time went.