The orchestra of the night
plays in the background.
Sweet rhythms
and soft melodies
fill the dead air space
in this empty room.

The words shape shift
Into the silhouette of your body
moving around
in the room where you once were.

The soft violins, violas, and basses
mimic the tones of your voice.
The sound waves
do a poor job at replacing your touch.

The musicians
sit in the chair
you once sat in.

The conductor
embraces his performance
much like you embraced me,
before the room was empty.