'You have so many strings to your bow!'

The strings to my bow sit happily side by side. 

Strands of talent and skill, stretched and refined. 

Perfectly parallel.
Colourful. Plentiful.

The strings to my bow resonate dissonantly, it seems.
A noise that’s certainly memorable but not easy on the ear. 
Leaping out amongst those with clear, basic chords but tricky to understand. 
Harmonies identifiable but not in-tune with the melody they sing.

My bow is stilted in growth. 
Now, the strings are stiff and
sprouting grey roots.
Too soon!

Stuck in a minor key.
Always half-way through a potential perfect cadence.

My bow is put away again.

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