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.

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