The Ghost that Plays the Keys
The Ghost that Plays the Keys I prey upon your silence Said The Ghost that Plays the Keys Icicles where fingers were Ride on a phantom breeze Of melody, heard long ago Heard now, but somewhere else Like inky smoke through memories Left on a cavern shelf. Each pause, each breath is music Still, as each echo believes Mist can still be magic Said The Ghost that plays the keys. Copyright 2017 LJ