“Self Portrait with a Harp” (1791) (detail) by Rose-Adélaïde Ducreux (1761-1802).


Play me a song.

Don’t get me wrong.


I love your singing voice,

But the harp is my choice.


The music soothes my sad soul

From the day taking its toll.


I need the music today.

Please sit down with me and play.



He has come for me.

I’ll never be free.

He comes this night.

Fear at first sight.

He claims his love.

But he’s no dove.

He’s evil as can be.

Always searching for me.

I must hide until morning.

Or the town will be mourning.

The devil hides his face.

I know his deadly pace.

His footsteps ring hollow.

Steps quicken to follow.

He sings a sweet song.

I know I’m not wrong.

The devil is right behind me.

Even though his face I can’t see.

He has me in his grasp.

I cry out with a gasp.

He kisses me with passion.

I know this is his fashion.

To take what is not his.

And make me only his.




Sing me a song.

Write me a melody

Of times gone by

And moments lost in time.

Stroke the keys.

Massage the ivories.

Raise your voice high

Until I hear your words.

Words of hope and loss.

Sing them loud and clear.

Stories of faraway​ places

And times that are long gone.

I close my eyes.

I can still hear your words.

I can see your fingers

Stroking the black and white.

Your words have taken flight.

They reverberate through time.

They have left your lips

To land on mine.

A sweet melody

To soothe my advancing years.

A pretty song

​To wipe away my empty tears.


The air feels heavy.
Laden with moisture.
Clouds roll in.
The sky grows darker.
Then you hear the first drops.
The water pounding on the roof
in a staccato melody of its own.
Pound, pound, pound.
Tap, tap, tap.
The rain washes our streets
and clears our minds.
Preparing us for a new day.



I stare into the dark.

Your future will be stark.

My grimoire burns bright,

flames to a great height.

Death is coming your way.

I won’t be here to say,

“This won’t be a paradise for long,

soon you will be singing a sad song.”

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist


Lily of the Valley . . .

Lily of the Valley . . .


“I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.”

~ Bible (Song of Solomon 2:1&2)



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