Shadows
(A short story told in three poems)
The ghost
A broken prayer kept ringing in my ear,
Something familiar, yet so strange.
A new kind of sound was born with no warning.
Nobody could see it, but they could listen to them.
A ghost, nothing but a pale kind of ghost.
Dancing freely in the middle of the night.
No more bitter chains, no more boundaries.
A distant memory from a very different time.
It still lives here, with you, little darling.
Touchable, yet, so ethereal, just like a dream.
The Memory
Everything faded away.
The past is now gone.
Nothing but a faded picture.
Image from better times.
Whisper from yesterday.
Still ringing in your ears,
Punching thru the walls.
Open your heart and see.
You are not so alone as you think.
Somebody is watching over you.
The Melody
A broken piano still plays.
A beautiful tune from yesterday.
You can listen to it with your heart.
Note after note; beautiful succession.
Your heart is filled now with joy.
Music can save or change lives.
Sound that gets thru your skin.
Your wounds start to heal.
Your eyes are open wide.
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