That sweet music plays on in my mind,
Never missing a single beat.
Music I can hear, sources I cannot find
While death dances on, never to retreat.
Dark clouds roll in and thunder blares
While death tragically marches on.
Rainbows hide between lightning flares
And the music fades until it is gone.
Only silence remains and the last thread
Of Hope is forever dead.
©2012 Relinda R.