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| Lee Plaza Hotel Visual prompt by The Mag |
The Music Played on
The dancers were gone
The clinking of ice,
the giggles of debutantes,
all silent
but the music played on.
She heard the strains
of the violins
the rhythm of the ivories
inside
her hall of memories.
He whispered in her ear
nibbled her neck
led her around the floor
and left
her to forever hum the music.
J.Binford-Bell
March 2014
This makes me think of The Others. So eerie. I can almost hear the music, the ice... and see the girl with her eyes closed, forever humming...
ReplyDeleteMemories like this remain vivid even when the walls have cracked.
ReplyDeleteNicely done...thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteI felt like I was her as I was reading your poem. Love it. :)
ReplyDeleteBittersweet ... and lovely.
ReplyDeleteMusic does stay with you. Well done.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely wonderful.
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