Ancient Symphony

Far beyond the blemished garden
Stirring withered leaf and pine
Where darkness falls the length and distance
As the river flows in time


A great house upon a hillside
Gnarled branches mass its form
As they shadow grayish windows
With curtains old and torn


A door ajar on broken hinges
Near a cold and shabby wall
Makes way to looming doorways
Stretching to a distant hall


A candle glows to light the way
No stumbling on the path
While the rousing sound of something
Keeps each sense upon the track


A step inside the alcove
In the stillness unaware
Finds a sound of footsteps softly
Tapping endlessly with care


Then music plays with Mozart
In loud and ancient aura
As piano keys dance lightly
Harmonizing with euphoria

Edging much more closer
To the rhythm and the feel
Pinching the extremity
To imagine this is real

In a far off corner
Hidden from the day
Sets the grand piano
With keys that move and sway


And a bench that is left vacant
By no person there or such
As the symphony continues
And swells with every touch

Hidden violins begin to beckon
Fashioned cellos strum and strive
Soft flutes create the ageless moment
Enchanting melodies alive

As the last chord strongly resonates
And glistens in the gloom
The final chorus of the opus
Creates a hush upon the room

Then darkness gathers daytime
As silence finds its stead
While the haunting dream transcending
Finds you waking in your bed


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