Muse

Originally published October 21st 2019

"Is this what I sound like?”

A soft, decedent piano rolls through the cold halls,

Scented like fresh flowers but echoing a haunted melody.

“To me, yes.”

And to think something so pure, something so airy and hypnotic,

Could be written from one gazing at a soul,

A broken warrior, damaged but steadfast.

A counter melody, just as sweet as the first, complimenting in its entirety,

Embraces the chilling, beauty of the first,

Surronding it with warmth.

At his finger click, this prowess, this ingenuity,

Sparkles brighter with every note,

Its radiance outshines even us now.

I know, through you, they’ll never forget us, my love.