Music from an Empty Room
A straight-backed chair shadow-plays
a dark cello,
while emptiness falls
as heavy as a rain cloud.
An oak wood floor creaks
as a spectral bow
is moved by a shifting light.
The room once harbored a grand piano
it plays now to the mindful,
yet only as a distant echo,
a long past refrain
heard once more as a nocturn
for a whippoorwill.
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