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Death Music
by Kim BennettCheers to the violin who plays death.
Souls of sorrow lean to catch their breath.
Vibrating hearts are forgotten lore.
Wind of music releases them to shore.
Tears to the piano, life it taps.
The seasons of stars born to collapse.
Whisper nightmares in sweet melody.
Rage the dreams into full hearts, few sail free.
Prayers to the voice floating fierce over them.
Shipwrecked between worlds, blessed and condemned.
Music of the soul, the tidal flow.
Fallen angels caught in an undertow.
Fears to the drums that have stopped playing,
Minds that cry with emptiness, dismaying.
Fear of nothing, fear to ending empty.
Mind under matter, a pounding plea.
Spears to the trumpet piercing the sea.
Swaying woes to the stem of the ship.
Banshee raps the open door, a one way trip.
"The only option, come sail away with me." 09/03/2005
Author's Note: I told my friend about my fear of death one night. We were in a car driving back from a concert with another friend. He told me that when I die I should just think of the song "Come Sail Away" by Styx and then he began to sing it. When I arrived home I listened to the song and wrote this poem.
Posted on 09/04/2005
Copyright © 2025 Kim Bennett
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sarah Graves on 11/11/05 at 01:13 AM Eloquently written. I often think about when all of this ends, will there be finality or continued existence? Music expresses a wide range of emotions, that often brings us to terms or leads us to more questions. The chords often carry us away into the unknown. Great read, Kim. |
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