Dark Muse
09-20-2009, 03:28 PM
The Sound of Absence
The sound of music falls
making everything
seem somehow
all the more empty.
Each dilapidated note
only serves a
reminder for the
true silence in the room.
Broken laughter
memories caught in cobwebs
and falling in the dust.
A piano better left in silence
than to hear it ring
in echoes of all
which is not there.
Pale foreign hands
touching the keys
in a stolen moment.
Music played for the dead
becomes as frozen faces
in yellow edged photographs.
Lost to time
leaving behind only impressions
which further increase
their abstraction.
The sound of music falls
making everything
seem somehow
all the more empty.
Each dilapidated note
only serves a
reminder for the
true silence in the room.
Broken laughter
memories caught in cobwebs
and falling in the dust.
A piano better left in silence
than to hear it ring
in echoes of all
which is not there.
Pale foreign hands
touching the keys
in a stolen moment.
Music played for the dead
becomes as frozen faces
in yellow edged photographs.
Lost to time
leaving behind only impressions
which further increase
their abstraction.