Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Heaven

I move into character
can you see her
Behind the hat and mirror

The shower fogs her eyes
red nightmares seep down an empty drain
rest her head she says
As the music plays

Maybe the piano knew her well
As she sang her very last song

This book was her funeral
The answers were in every word

Look for her she said
Come find me
As she hid behind each black letter
She is taken away by wooden coffins

Her grave is seduced by rain
and no one is listening!

Umbrellas chase the morning sun
The piano keys stained with her soul
I hear them playing in the cold

Did they see the lines
The ones she never wrote!

Were getting closer….
The symphony plays harder
They pretend they never knew
Her heart is broken in two

Escaping her Death…. Alive.


What I was listening to-http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7REAmoo0Ztk

5 comments:

unremarkable_m said...

very insightful writing..

well done

Jingle said...

so smart words.
love the way you nail it.

xseverinx said...

words the color of the deep dark brown stain of a coffin lid.

Shashi said...

So well written, I enjoyed it, the pain, the sadness and the vivid imagery... your words, your each line is beautifully crafted Amy, I liked it so much. Like this one...
"This book was her funeral
The answers were in every word"
thanks for sharing...

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dasuntoucha said...

...Umbrellas chase the morning sun
The piano keys stained with her soul
I hear them playing in the cold
...

...like those lines...interesting picture you paint here.