the stipples left too many
odd spots on the ground,
where once hummed hymns
as I ran my fingers
through the pews of disregarded hopes.
by the tune of old piano
that coughed up dust at first
and then blindly regarded my
like shadows of long forgotten memories
danced in the gloomy sun
christened the damned spirits
who followed my tempo
each second fell like dust
as I crafted words
that flew around;
songs meant to be sung
and vows meant to keep.
I mercilessly ignited sleeping phantoms,
and watched how the
musical notes possessed me to laugh
in the forgotten channels of mysteries
and how the silence laughed with me.
the best-sung songs are hidden beneath smiles
in the most deserted alleys of life