The Ghost That Composed Music
Death gives life through music
The Ghost That Composed Music
The piano waited,
its keys trembling quietly,
and I realized
a ghost pressed them with invisible fingers.
Notes curled into the air,
folding shadows into rhythm,
and the floor hummed
with vibrations I could feel.
Even the walls leaned in,
pressing their weight
against each chord,
folding centuries into sound.
I touched a key,
and it sang like a memory,
pressing light and darkness
into my chest.
The ghost laughed softly,
its melody curling around my spine,
and I understood
music could be haunted and alive.
I left the room,
but the chords lingered,
folded into veins
that remembered every note.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (1)
All music has that endearing and enthralling essence that we need to fully understand what we need to understand. Good job.