Art Inspired Poetry

 Alice
She sits and waits
Like they tell her to
She waits for answers but they give her none
Around her, the people cry
Sobbing into shoulders, wiping noses with handkerchiefs
And still she sits, silent
Wishing for answers
She is numb, forgetting to breathe if it weren't second nature
Forgetting to see as her eyes blur the world around her
Forgetting to notice that her hands are cold
And her arms are spotted with goosebumps
She looks up, blinking the world into focus
As they carry in the casket

Now, she has her answers
But she doesn't want them

The Cellist

He plays the cello

He closes his eyes to the sound of his strings

The bow moving rhythmically, loosely

Following the music, then forgetting all about it

Flying free with no constraints

His hand begins to move itself

Between strings, between notes

The bar fills with music

People silence to listen in

And watch in wonder as

The cello plays him