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Thursday, May 3, 2012

The Haunted Piano

In a room lit with candlesticks,
the glow shines down upon
a haunted piano.

The keys move up and down
and play a sad melody
from a time long ago.

I walk towards it and
feel a gentle breeze.
The candle flames
flicker in the wind.

I lie my head down on
the heart of this glorious
instrument and listen
to the hammers inside
hit the strings with precise
decisions.

The tune is one I know well.
Moonlight Sonata by
Beethoven.

I make my way to the bench
and watch the keys move
with the ghostly fingers that
press them.

I sit on the bench and feel
instantly different.
Like someone just entered
my body.

And suddenly I'm playing
the piano like I've never
played it before.

I don't need to know where
my fingers need to go,
I have the music memorized.

It's coming to the end of the song.
I begin to feel sad.
My own feelings.
The soul that's in me feels sad too.

The final chord.
It's over and I'm all alone
with my fingers still holding down
the keys of the final chord.

The ghostly player has left.
All that's left is me and the piano
and the many candlesticks.

I get up and blow one by one out.
Darkness creeps in.
I leave the room and close the door.
It is time for bed.

Copyright © Karen Elizabeth Waters 2012

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Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Wasted Effort

Nothing seems the same for me,

Not in this state of mind-numb-fuck.

Just release all the tension in a symmetric swirl.

The Time has evolved us.

Through her, we see what or who we become.

Do you ever wish to change something that you did?

Do you ever wish to go back in Time and change an event?

Seems like a wasted effort to me.

Seems like life can be a wasted effort too.

Taking it for granted every fucking moment.

Never thinking, “This could be my last breath.”

I lie awake each night and hope and wish that

Someone would come and take me away from

All this misery that’s around me.

My love has been hung way too many times.

I’m done.

I’m gone…I’m through with this.

I tire from weeping all throughout the day and

Before my head hits the pillow at night.

No you didn’t do this to me, I did it to myself.

I’ll continue doing this until I get it right.

Then I’ll know my purpose in life.

Beyond the Grave

What has brought me here?
I'm surrounded by ghosts.
Come back beyond the grave.
What do you want with me,
Faces of Victorian folks?
They utter whispers which
I cannot hear, but only feel
a chilly cold breeze.
I make my way through the crowd
and I feel this pressure against my chest.
They're holding me back.
Swirling.
The whirlwind of faces fly
around the room.
Their desperate cries for
me to hear them.
I want to hear.
Suddenly,
one voice.
A female. Child.
Reaches to me.
"Save us!" She cries!
The voice is far away,
but desperate.
I shout back.
"How?"
"Open the window and
release our souls!"
Could it be that no one
ever let these souls go
once they died?
I make my way to the window
in the west and unlock it.
It's hard to open.
I push and push and
suddenly it gives and
cracks open.
The air sucks out into the night
and I'm all alone.
Whoever was here is now gone.
"Be at peace everyone." I say
towards the open window.
I leave the room, not
knowing what had just
happened.

Copyright © Karen Elizabeth Waters 2012