The Answer

Angela Fields

The answer’s in the string.

Past things would not regret,

and sad word would not sting.

The actions fingers bring

The form, of silhouette,

the answer’s in the string.

A ribbon or a ring,

the hands they do connect;

the sad words should not sting.

Not people or their king,

O world caught in the net,

the answer’s in the string.

Though countless notes, we sing

in every alphabet,

the sad words still can sting.

It borders everything,

yet somehow we forget

the answer’s in the string

and sad words always sting.