WHERE THE MUSIC GOES WHEN THE SONG IS FINISHED

The songs of broken instruments

Hidden in attics

In a slumber where the sound sleeps

And I long to hear your voice

Without which there is no sense

Just piano chords hammered into life

Harmony but without soul

And I wish to fall

Into the place of Rumi's poem

Where everything is music

Because when I fall

I can only meet the floor

Not fly up

Into a world where music lives

Where the broken and the dead cannot be lost

Go where at least, when we die,

Fall up to meet the summit of the sky,

The music plays on