a note;

ringing from the stage

in the palace of my mind

filling the empty audience

with memories;

ghosts.

theyve drifted away

like a handful of dried leaves

in the autumn

gust.

music makes me better;

notes will make me stronger;

i dont need anything else, just the

music

to help me climb over this

impossible

hill.

i drank the crescendo

and devoured the refrain

like its my last

chance

like i will never be

whole

again;

but

the music dies,

the curtain hides,

and the strength to

continue

is center stage

3:02 pm mst