Still she plays on

She picks up her violin
And breaths in the familiar woody cent
She pics up her bow
It feeling smooth against her fingers
She dosnt mind the large dent
She just loves the flow
The flow of the rythemic music
She's making
Something crashes downstairs 
Someone screams and shouts
But without a doubt,
She plays on

It gets louder and louder
Coming up the stairs
Horrible,  screeching sounds
All the words, all the yells
Till she can barely here
Only see
The sweet melody
Yet she plays on

Now there right outside her door
Walls shake, ceiling quakes 
The sound of crying,  sound of death
Sound of swearing, and cursing
She can hardly stand
Now shaking is her hand
That's holding her violin so dear
But she dosnt shed a tear
Still,  she plays on