Silent Curse in the Sky

Here she sits,
above the earth so high,
sitting on the water,
surrounded by clouds and sky.

She heeds no notice to the clouds,
or the waves she gently makes,
from the strumming her harp,
that make the strings gently shake.

She just calmly keeps strumming,
for eternity in the clouds,
her music is her life,
her music is her shroud.

She is cursed to forever play,
no audience will ever listen,
no one hears her strum,
for her harp only glistens.

She is silent as can be,
sitting in the great blue sky,
she's the only one who listens,
this is why she cries.

okay, so that's not such a great poem, but I'll fix it. I might change it into a story instead. I dunno yet. Anyways, yes, photomanip. I'm a little obsessed with the filter thing that makes pond ripples, isn't it cool though?! I think it is.

Okay, so I got the stock photo of the girl at
She has a lot of different poses, which makes her stock very good.

Anyways, thanks for that