She hears a ringing,
A whirring that wont subside,
It nags at her mind and wrenches her consciousness,
Before it gives up its endless game.
Tears threatened to reveal her as,
She stands before the crowd,
A beautiful yet hapless creature,
Of grace and perfect manners,
And all she can do is curtsey,
As she takes her place.
Nothing, theres nothing,
And no one can know this,
She is a pianist with broken fingers,
A musician cast into shadow,
For she can only hear.