The absurd Nightingale

She sang to the full house
Beating her heart into tumultuous joys
by pulling the strings of a silvern guitar
Never forbidding anything that came to her mind
She played the music long and hollow
The crowd following her antics
She suddenly stopped and hush fell through the stadium
No one had a clue why she fell silent
And then she uttered this is a song of nightingale
and the whole crowd fell silent
And nightingale is dead in the wintery night
and everything would elope besides her
and all shuddered again with devices of their own making
and no one rose to lift her out of orderly chaos

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