We have heard it said before
That the soul beats on
Long after the heart has tired in its mortal labor
Where will our songs go
After the grave has subdued its cries?
Angered, silent ghosts will drop a glass
And never hear it's shatter...
How much more to them than broken glass,
Will you matter?
Remember this before your first exit:
There will always be those that will hear the music,
Beyond your days of breath
Only special ears in tuned with the earth,
And its universe he and she will see in all its shamelessness
Sing on to those you know will hear
Let never your soul be mute
Long after those special ears, tongue, flesh, and eyes
Close to rot
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2017