Today will be lost in pages
Dried ink and tears ,
Will speak - never again
Quite-ness for years
Melodies left in-between
Forever stuck in disguise,
Soothing yet full of sorrow ,
Whispers a broken cello ,
For the hands that played
Are old now ,
Songs are mellow
Time ran away
Far from these weathered hands
Lost and free ,
Finally alive in far away land
Haunted yet knowing
The cause for its demise ,
Ashes are buried too
Phoenix wont rise
Straight out of reality ,
sublime words ,
Beyond nightmares
A day unfurls
Whispers them-secrets
A cold breath
Leaving its print ,
To forget
And remind someday
When the pages are cometh upon
He was there ,
Singing the beautiful song.