A Boy With No Name

He was a boy with no name.
No future, barely a present.

He sat in his corner and his mind
Raced with thoughts and music
And with lights and sound.

He drew lines in the sand
Lines that became elaborate
And fanciful.

He created small things for
His own quiet time.
Things that glittered and chimed.
Doors that opened when you
Least expected them to.

He heard music inside
His head.
Music as bright as the day.
Music as dark as the night.
Notes and arpeggios scaling
Higher and higher into the night’s stars.

Notes that ached for a voice
To give a voice to his music.

He was just a small boy
With a simple white mask
And no name.

 

March Writing Prompts

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