Ode To Lost Music

Music echoing through empty halls,













Sweeping in and out of rooms long unkempt,










Telling stories of ancient balls-















Of grand ladies and grander gents














Of sparkling wineglasses and glittering jewels,










Of ball gowns with sweeping trains-














And gold filigree-laced water glistening in pools









Of light which over the house once reigned.













Fragile notes played softly, floating
















On a vagrant breeze-


















Gently drifting, slowly wafting















Traveling through bushes and rose-trees.















Out into a forsaken garden, once cherished-











But no more;




















For now the flowers have perished














Their leaves strewn carelessly across quiet stone floors.








Sounds twirling through the air















Plucked gently on the wind
















Speaking of secrets told with care,














Unspoken tales once spinned.















By starlit nights and sunlit days















Music sings its fated song,
















Seeking for acceptance its own peculiar way










In a world of notes gone wrong.