The Ghost that Plays the Keys
The Ghost that Plays the Keys
I prey upon your silenceSaid The Ghost that Plays the KeysIcicles where fingers wereRide on a phantom breezeOf melody, heard long agoHeard now, but somewhere elseLike inky smoke through memoriesLeft on a cavern shelf.Each pause, each breath is musicStill, as each echo believesMist can still be magicSaid The Ghost that plays the keys.
Copyright 2017 LJ
I prey upon your silenceSaid The Ghost that Plays the KeysIcicles where fingers wereRide on a phantom breezeOf melody, heard long agoHeard now, but somewhere elseLike inky smoke through memoriesLeft on a cavern shelf.Each pause, each breath is musicStill, as each echo believesMist can still be magicSaid The Ghost that plays the keys.
Copyright 2017 LJ
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