Concerto's Ghost
she pushes open fear's portal
entering her mausoleum of silence...
stifling, stale air assails her senses,
almost choking determination
to bury the memories that haunt
the piano sits quietly in the company
of dust motes and a concerto's ghost,
no longer mocking but clearly indifferent...
how long has it been, she wonders,
days, weeks, months begin to slip away
flinging her headlong into the nightmare.
of their own volition her slippered footsteps
carry her forward, demanding an intervention,
a cleansing, an acceptance of truth..
sheets of yesterday's joy still wait,
as though she had never left them, as though
the melodies had not been silenced...
icy fingers touch her ivory 'd heartbreak
and her eyes, wide as an azure sky, close
quickly against such pain, such loss.
just one key, she promises herself,
as a quiver echoes within the depths of her soul
but hands long denied their passion
move with unerring certainty
upon ivory memories and ebony dreams...
she weeps into the silence
until but one tear is left to fall
and with her final chord, it too
falls into the silence of forever.
the dust motes dance away, while
a concerto's ghost applauds
and she sits quietly, wondering
if it can ever be enough...to simply
remember the music, to mourn its loss,
and to accept the silence.
she remembers the melodies
of yesterday, their echoes clinging
to a distant dream, a forgotten song...
could she ever truly forget?
even in the silence her passion lingers.
she will play again,
her blue eyes closing
against the pain, the loss.
it will be enough...she knows it must be.
March 2005
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Chanti
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xo Taylor
We should always hold on to a vestige of that which once was..
Deeply poignant words Myrna..
Peter
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
a celebration of loss and the human spirit
good write
john+
of yesterday, their echoes clinging
to a distant dream, a forgotten song...
could she ever truly forget?
even in the silence her passion lingers..."
Great lines...
Elizabeth