THE GLASS HOUSE

 

 

Snow falls.

Music fills the air.

In the glass dome of a house,

guests twirl and dance.

Images reflected on glass walls.

Champagne flows.

The clock strikes midnight.

The dance floor empties.

We are alone.

The game has begun.

THE DEAD GAME 

 

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A MAGICAL NIGHT

 

 

A MAGICAL NIGHT

It is a magical night for a party.

Beautiful couples dance

between the glass statues.

Fancy gowns draped

on perfect bodies.

The party at the glasshouse is perfect.

Maybe a little too perfect.

THE DEAD GAME

 

SING ME A SONG 

moving piano keys

 

SING ME A SONG 

Sing me a song. 

Write a melody 

Of times gone by 

And moments lost in time. 

Stroke the keys. 

Massage the ivories. 

Raise your voice high 

So I can hear your words. 

Words of hope and loss. 

Sing them loud and clear. 

Stories of faraway places 

And times that are gone. 

I close my eyes. 

I can hear your words. 

I see your fingers 

Stroking the keys. 

The words take flight. 

They reverberate through time. 

They leave your lips 

To land on mine. 

A sweet melody 

To soothe my advancing years. 

A pretty song To fill my empty heart.

KEEP YOUR EYES CLOSED

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The past calls.

A past filled with parties.

Balls held at the castle.

Dancers in the moonlight.

Close your eyes.

A carriage waits for you.

You arrive at the castle.

Footmen escort you.

You ascend the staircase,

wearing your new ball gown.

A man leads you to the dance floor.

Close your eyes.

Yes, it is a dream.

Keep your eyes closed,

and sway to the music.

SING ME A SONG

 

SING ME A SONG

 

Sing me a song.

Write a melody

Of times gone by

And moments lost in time.

Stroke the keys.

Massage the ivories.

Raise your voice high

So I can hear your words.

Words of hope and loss.

Sing them loud and clear.

Stories of faraway places

And times that are gone.

I close my eyes.

I can hear your words.

I see your fingers

Stroking the keys.

The words take flight.

They reverberate through time.

They leave your lips

To land on mine.

A sweet melody

To soothe my advancing years.

A pretty song

To fill my empty heart.

THE PERFECT MELODY

 

 

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The air feels heavy,

laden with moisture.

Grey clouds hover

in the darkening sky.

The first raindrops arrive,

pounding on the rooftops

in a staccato melody of their own.

Pound, pound, pound.

Tap, tap, tap.

Rain washes our streets

and clears our minds,

preparing us for a new day.