The sweetness of her voice lingers
holding the room within her innocence
remembering the day years ago
when she sang the melodious tune
sharper and duller
louder and softer
captivating the entire room with her voice
all eyes transfixed upon the beauty standing tall
proudly daring the world to compete
an attempt to match
the stunning voice

I blink twice,
then again
the once glowing white floored stage
is scuffed and broken
the massive shiny circular tables
covered in white sheets
making the room look like a ghost's playhouse
then I remember
it was years ago
it feels like only minutes have passed
from the bellowing audience
and the dazzling acts
to the hurricane that ripped apart the roof
then to the debris scattered about the floor
no one had bothered to clean it up
then why should I?