shadows

grotesque timbres unite!
frightful flittings of melody
or is it haunted harmony
that drives that piece insane?

a question and an answer
I'll ask once more and yet again
but answers come and go
never real, never slow.

quivering with depth, the string
breaks in concentrated songs
for times long past
perhaps they'll stand still like they used to.

a drop, a stop,
cell phone--away we go.
"Yes, I'm well,"
"How are you."

The backdrop is stupid chatter,
its a pity that the persian rugs didn't soak it up.
I can see it in the eyes,
luminous beings never betray the truth.

The phone is gone and she's still smiling,
you just can miss something's amiss
and then the glimmer's gone and fled
to another world of shadows.

the longing and hope--it was once real--
lives on in blackened rivers,
glutinous and thick,
perverted with felony.

a fading, so soft to feel
like black velvety paws of a poised cat
the passion is gone but the music stays on
we continue but the smiles are false.

Now its all an act, a pretense,
you can see it in her arms, her fingers and face
now markedly rigid withour musical thoughts
and only "this morning" is what runs through her mind.

So much to lose and now the pain that follows within,
how can she restrain and tighten the reigns
slack and loose is the easy path
its hard to remain mortal in the shadows.