The voices of the dead serenade me
From across the vast expanse
They whisper soothing nothings.
They comfort me and gently reassure me of
Their voice, their ghost, their everlasting breath haunts
And remind me that I am only mortal;
Not often remembered.
Beyond the void of death frozen in song
Miss those I have never know.
Has so gently crooned verses of strength and love
As the beautiful voices of the dead.
Listening to old music
— The End —