The Sound
I dreamed of a note
A hollow tone in oak
The bark of a symphony
And every rest a choke
Brass nails in the timbre
Hummed with lovely hues
It split the wood and killed it while
Hells bells chimmed in blues
Fluttering green wings clinging to branches
The giant cried and shook
I stood wrapped in dispair
As the knots and I shared a look
That song, so beautiful
Like the stars whimpering in my ears
So horrible and bleak
I could only give my tears
I dreamed of a note
A hollow tone in throats
The breath of a symphony
And every rest a choke
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