Moonsight

Ghosts of the past,
Haunt solitary corridors,

Letters from loves gone by,
Of wistful lips kissed beneath the blue sky,

Breeze that flutters
Lack luster

Curtains,
Memories gently drift to the surface

Pianos play softly in the back,
Melancholic epiphanies begin to crack,

Aged men left all alone,
All those they cared for have passed,

Masters looking for something more,
Before they step beyond eternity’s door,

Tears fill distant gray eyes,
Reminiscing on times gone by,

Yet they never truly found a home,
Their bound spirits forever doomed to roam,

Beyond the open windows,
Rain begins to spill upon the lawn,

The pianist concludes his song of somber,
The elder; outcast and misfit; there no longer....