You're reaching out to me
with words unspoken
they follow me through a
"burning house" ignited by sound
I hear you clearly
I feel you loudly
Your instrument lies horizontally
upon a table
Passionate fingers softly caress the lamenting strings
plucking a haunting melody
lingering to extinguish the lonely
cinders that dance upon thin air

Still,  the steady flow of vibration mourning the loss....