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Ghost fingers
Tap out a rhythm
On the ivory keys
Of my spine
as sharp,
branched fingers
scrape a haunting love song
across cold windows.
The pitter patter
Of the driving rain
Echoes off these four walls,
The bass line in this stillness;
beneath the spray,
shadows leap, a dance of dark
across painted plaster--
a crescendo of clouds screaming.
Jagged shards of light,
Lancing across
Tenebrous effigies.
Tormented wails,
Inconspicuous vocalists
...
and there, beneath it all,
the flute of apology,
the snare of self-doubt,
the hiss of romance
like ghosts in the breeze.
Terrifying melodies
Wash away the veil
Uncloaking skeletons,
To inspirit harmony.
I watch rain sprites dance
over the concrete, warm fingers
tapping a rhythm of hope
across the night;
Skeletal branches
No longer scrape,
But rather graze
Open windows.
Tap out a rhythm
On the ivory keys
Of my spine
as sharp,
branched fingers
scrape a haunting love song
across cold windows.
The pitter patter
Of the driving rain
Echoes off these four walls,
The bass line in this stillness;
beneath the spray,
shadows leap, a dance of dark
across painted plaster--
a crescendo of clouds screaming.
Jagged shards of light,
Lancing across
Tenebrous effigies.
Tormented wails,
Inconspicuous vocalists
...
and there, beneath it all,
the flute of apology,
the snare of self-doubt,
the hiss of romance
like ghosts in the breeze.
Terrifying melodies
Wash away the veil
Uncloaking skeletons,
To inspirit harmony.
I watch rain sprites dance
over the concrete, warm fingers
tapping a rhythm of hope
across the night;
Skeletal branches
No longer scrape,
But rather graze
Open windows.
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Specter Aria (Collaboration)Ghost fingers
Tap out a rhythm
On the ivory keys
Of my spine
as sharp,
branched nails
scrape a haunting love song
across cold windows.
The pitter patter
Of the driving rain
Echoes off these four walls,
The bass line in this stillness;
beneath the spray,
shadows leap, a dance of dark
across painted plaster--
a crescendo of clouds screaming.
Jagged shards of light,
Lancing across
Tenebrous effigies.
Tormented wails,
Inconspicuous vocalists
and there, beneath it all,
the flute of apology,
the snare of self-doubt,
the hiss of romance
like ghosts in the breeze.
Terrifying melodies
Wash away the veil
Uncloaking skeletons,
To inspirit harmony.
I watch rain sprites dance
over the concrete, warm fingers
tapping a rhythm of hope
across the night.
The skeletal branches
No longer scrape,
But rather graze
Open windows.
June 11th, 2014
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Hauntingly beautiful. 