The Mystery of Silence

23 Apr

(The following poem was written upon the death of a friend.)

Recoiled in time a forgotten song

A melody once sang the day long

Once whispered on lover’s lips

A deep well, now begs for a sip.

A scheme so perfect the master’s cried

A tale so gentle the poet’s sighed

And dreamer’s dreamed in its music sweet

As dancer’s danced on lighted feet.

A piece, which no band could play

Yet, still was heard all the day

As hush soon fell on the empty stage

And the crowd grew still in silent rage.

Hope, once alive, now was dead

With withered roses atop its bed

The grandeur of sound, no longer heard

Vanished forever without a word.

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Posted by on April 23, 2013 in Poetry and Creative Musings


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