Author's notes: This little bit of poetry is very different from how I usually do poetry so please keep that in mind if it's not very good. Please enjoy anyway.

Other recent projects:

"Water works" a "Just my luck" fanfic

"Attack of the cosmos" a "Web shows" fanfic

And the strings are playing

Can't you hear the violins playing?

I don't see any violins playing.

I can see them though, and I can hear them.

But there aren't any.

But there are.

No there's not. If I don't see them or hear them or feel them they aren't there.

Why not? Maybe we just haven't found them yet?

Where will you look then?

I'm looking through my own mind.

Then where are they?

They're there.

But I don't see or hear or feel anything.

Well maybe they are there.

People are going to say you're crazy.

Those people are just not imaginative enough to wonder.

So they might be there?

Did you ever wonder if they were there?

Maybe they are there?

Can't you hear it? Your dolls are singing.

Maybe I can hear it?

Do you want to hear your dolls sing?

Yes.

Can you hear them sing?

I'm imagining them singing. Maybe they are singing?

Can you see the leaves falling?

Maybe they are falling but I just don't know?

Can you find the home where they stay?

Who?

That's what you have to ask yourself.

I am.

Don't you know that I'm going to always be with you?

How?

Because I've left something here with you which you have yet to see, hear or feel.

How can I trust you?

Maybe all you can do is wonder.

You're always here aren't you? You're here now aren't you? I've been waiting for you to come back but you've never left have you? You're still here just like the violins are still possibly playing and my dolls are still possibly singing and there is a home where someone I don't know is living here.