Unwritten

They run through her head
playing with her thoughts
teasing the ears
pulling at her fingers

But she
she never learned
that skill, the act
of placing notes on paper

But she laughs
and agrees to play with them
a minute only
for their unborn sake

But too soon she's gone
She's work to do
and bills to pay
and children to feed

They smile and wave goodbye
Promising to return
She smiles back sadly
As the song dies