Broken Strings

Treble the notes,
Which you can't hear.
Hey human!
Yes you?
Now can you hear.

I'm.. 
I'm your guitar,
With the broken strings.
Could you please fix me,
As I'm eager to sing.

The melodies,
Of my colleagues.
The Viola and The Harp,
Have a steep;
Voice as Sharp.

Treble the notes,
Which you can't hear.
 Hey human!
Yes you?
Now can you hear.

The stage was set,
Waiting for the singer.
To sing me a song,
So that my strings could Linger.

I want to sing my chords,
As loud as I can.
But you never fixed me up,
Just let me in a room;
Left me to tan.
 

Could I be able to see,
The audience...
That loved my treble notes.
Or...
Would I be left, back to the darkest roads.