By Marshall Hann Submitted by Blessed23 Date: 2014 Nov 11 Comment on this Work [[2014.11.11.03.21.2794]] |
I sit down at my piano and I sing with the notes. you make my thoughts dance with the perfectness of your lullabies, but your lullabies are old and wrinkled now. They are tired of being what they are not and I feel something rising in me. The impossible blinks rapidly with disbelief and I dance some more until I feel that it is enough. I wonder if there is a rhythm to these words that I write when only the littlest echoes of that voice remain here now. So let's go out on the ice this morning and see the sun rise, a new sunrise for the melody of the future. Let yourself sleep now and give me your lullabies. I'll keep them safe somewhere here within me. I will make them sleep. I am Beethoven's stillborn child. I make memories drift away on the water over the horizon. and the ashes of it all fall down all around me like snow. And I just look skyward with eyes closed and a smile on my face. I know that absence is probably the most beautifully horrible thing to feel, but don't you forget don't you dare let it fade away. |