ECHOES
Echoes.Midi
Sounds ricochetting off the walls of loneliness,
Reverberating the echoes in my heart
That remind me of you.
Echoes so engraven
That they sculpture emptiness into my soul.
Echoes so deeply etched,
That the pain becomes a serenade of sorrow.
If only I could mute the trumpeting whispers
Speaking your name,
Perhaps, I could forgive myself
For losing you somewhere in the music I play.
Bobbie Kilzer Gogain
9/14/95
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