The music of silence hears you love
The dream is fast creeping into your soul
Listen to the whispers of silence love
For once more you are whole.
When flesh is torn from the spirit
When mind is detached from the body
The silence will heal you love
Listen and you will be free.
But what horrible price awaits you love
When the eye dissolves from your aching body
When midnight is your companion love
Death will not take long, you see.
Copyright 1997 by Bardic Curse
This short poignant piece is one of my personal favorites. It is actually inspired by the greatest poet (to my mind, at least),
Michael Williams, and rock/alternative singer, Fiona Apple. I don't know, but I seem to be inclined to writing poems concerning
death. It's morbid, I think I'm like that, if I'm not what Lost Gypsy calls "The Funster." Writing about death is some sort of
an outlet for me to vent my frustration. Besides which the entirety of the poem mirrors my personality (probably Lost Gypsy's
too. She's more depressed than me.)
