Poetry: Noise

Same comments as always with these, I’m not entirely sure what this is, and it’s more me playing around than anything else.

Strings dragging across strings,
His face scrunches.
It’s that or covering his ears.

Rude of him as that’d be,
It’s tempting.

A concert was what he’d come to see
To hear.
Instead, he had noise.

Noise without flow.
Everything thrown out at random.

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