Return To Song
The halls lie silent.
Song muted to insignificance,
Remnants of shattered beauty
Clinging thinly to walls
Gay banners now rampant with dust
Moisture lies heavy on silhouetted figures.
Sleep descends as moon arises;
Waxing, Moon glances through glass
Layers of parched paper rustle, still and dry
On the cold hearth; songs sung, notes noted, words gone.
Rooms lie soft in decay, and wait…….