She paces the floors of that empty house
like a feral animal - caged.
Alone in darkness
the hours drag on; nothing stirs,
or is she the one truly sleeping?
Wandering through solemn shadows, dreaming
there is music carved on her walls
as forgotten as nails
left behind -
by whom?
None shall know.
Her morose, hollow voice sings along
with no tune and no ending.
Detached notes strung together
run across the wallpaper,
through the floorboards,
but never through the door.
Her body dances in rays of moonlight
like a marionette controlled by chains.
She longs to join the stars,
flickering sparks of light in a sea of dark,
if only she could reach.
Restrained, she flows in free pattern
faster, faster
until imagination gives her wings.
Her spirit stretches then,
reaching for those stars.