When I am broken

I hear the strings of my heart 
and its music

                                        moves me.

When I am mended

I forget the sounds
that once resounded

                                        within me.

Perhaps that is why 
it breaks 

again and again

that my heart 
be never far
 
from the music

                                       stung

                                                            strung upon it. 

All word and pen drawing by Damien B. Donnelly.