A Faded Melody

Written 2012.

The keys lay broken,

dull sounds sing forth

memories that I once played.

Hardly notes,

the voices come forth from the page,

a siren's voice,

now merely an echo across the crimson

ripples of time.

My fair maiden,

in perfection you did step,

a haunting dirge your dance.

A dream begat reality,

a courtship ever perfect;

the fading melody that I drew in blood from

frayed strings.

Author's Note

Music has almost always inspired me.

Reviews

[Bare trees]

It's odd how sounds can remind us of things from our past. Their repetition becomes a part of us we don't think about until some occurrence brings them to our attention. It's then we attach the emotions that go along with them. You have nice metaphors here, attaching sounds to a lost love in a tangible way that paints the picture of your past and the girl that once made music to your soul. A very nice job.