My symphonic saviors
A single note vibrates into being
and extends a hand to the shape huddled on the ground,
its soul corseted together with chipped, burnished words handled over and over again
and frayed strands of strength
that pressure is slowly peeling apart
as the escort on the singular path to oblivion
But the note has come armed with a batallion of melodies, clefts, and arpeggios
that swipe and hack away this crushing sense of hopelessness
(if only for four minutes at a time)
They gently pull the shivering mass to its feet
It lifts its head
and dares a few shaky footfalls
before tentatively walking forward,
occasionally glancing back at the mellifluous crew trailng along,
with a smile.