To Friendship

So moved am I by random things,
That barely do I pause,
To reflect in sync;
Order has lost it's music:
It is much like the broken string
On my father's old violin,
Left to it's piteous fate
In a room which used to be his.
A thought,
A pause,
Another thought...not quite siblings;
But I feel their smiles -
They are friends -
And friends make music,
Even when
They look for none.