the breath of forgiveness

the breath of forgiveness . some say the music still plays in the empty doorway, shaded with time past an eternity of yesterdays and melodic songs with words that rhyme . only in silence can you hope to hear the forgotten songs that used to play while harshly made noises of a foregone year chase the sad gospel songs away . i see a badly peeling wall with faded red bricks crumbling into dust and an old man who once answered the call whose ministry died when exchanged for lust . i felt a song begging for time to be released into the waiting air back into the heavens on a spiral climb whispering for grace and mercy as a pair . in time all singers have surely died all songs returned to their pillow clouds with the purest music buried deep inside where vagrant noise is never allowed . 'til now the lonely cry of music's death rests upon six waiting guitar strings while the song has taken its final breath and in heaven, a host of angels sing . . © tolbert