"Song of Starvation" by Delilah Brumer
Beauty is a melody
A tale written in warm blood, running away from its creator
Each sound
A universe of shattered pieces, shimmering glass that only shines at night
To achieve perfection was an imperfect endeavor
For the smaller I got, the louder the music became
I was not attempting to be gorgeous
I was trying to become what others envy, so that I would no longer envy others
The instruments of the song
The worried looks, the concerned words fluttering out of mouths
Were the gliding strokes of the conductor’s frail hands
Disapproval was only assurance that I was an excellent musician
The music ended a year ago
It faded away like a snowflake on a not-so-sunny day
However, the symphony is always there
It is simply waiting for an audience
A tale written in warm blood, running away from its creator
Each sound
A universe of shattered pieces, shimmering glass that only shines at night
To achieve perfection was an imperfect endeavor
For the smaller I got, the louder the music became
I was not attempting to be gorgeous
I was trying to become what others envy, so that I would no longer envy others
The instruments of the song
The worried looks, the concerned words fluttering out of mouths
Were the gliding strokes of the conductor’s frail hands
Disapproval was only assurance that I was an excellent musician
The music ended a year ago
It faded away like a snowflake on a not-so-sunny day
However, the symphony is always there
It is simply waiting for an audience
Delilah Brumer is a fifteen-almost-sixteen-year-old from Los Angeles, California. "Song of Starvation" has previously been featured in The Hearth Magazine.