The man on the piano plays the tune-
To bring the spirits that still-
Ponder on this earth.
And the man on the strings-
Brings happiness of tear,
In the humans eyes-
When he cannot depise-
That all souls,
Cannot move on-
With there used to be lives.
No he can touch-
The regret and loneliness-
That these ghosts have brought-
With their grave.
But do they wait?
For the loved ones they have tried to save-
In the accidents of shame.
Or do they not leave-
Cause they promised they-
Will walk upon heaven,
With them on there side.
When the man that stand stills-
No words seem to come out.
Curiousity has touched his heart.
The piano goes slower-
Making the spirits go back-
To there original home,
That couldnt escape.
Unfortunately,
Their unfinished business,
Goes with them.
The human in blood-
Is now in sorrow-
For the non-living,
To feel happiness again.
Till their plans have been,
Solved.
1 comment
What can i say? Is that what you call speechless? The emotion is chilling to the bone and i like the comparison of pain to the piano. Its clever really. Do you write many poems?