A Room Of Crowded People Poem by Hannah Smith

</>She sits alone,
in a room of crowded people.
Playing blocks out everything.
The music keeps it easy,
keeps her safe for the moment.
She is invisible.
Everyone bumps into her,
trying to get around.
The music keeps flowing,
never breaking a note.
Rain drops from her eyes,
that splatter down
on the sidewalk of keys.
She tries to hold on
to the musics every beat;
but even music can't heal a breaking heart.
The music stops flowing,
and no one notices.
Just like no one
notices her.

-Marisol Smith