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
