A lonely flame,
Sang from a corner.
Of a cold house,
Established by hate.

A morose father
A crying child.
Barren mother.
Broken mirror.

Music floated.
In the minds,
Down the lines.
Of their desperation.

Hoping someone.
Could pull.
Or anchor.
Them in place.

Bright light
An open door
Reeping silence
Blackened sky.

Live tonight
Dead tomorrow.
Sorrow is the question.
Rhetorical as the answer.