April PAD Day 29-Silence of Violins

The day they closed the theatre

it had been raining all week

they had salvaged the last of the seats

leaving it hollow, echoing

every movement, sounds thundering up to the ceiling

the loose fittings squeaking

where the chandelier had been, the auditorium still glows

even though most of the light fixtures were gone

memories, little ghosts lingering

and standing there with eyes closed

I could hear the symphony playing

the music ebbing and flowing in my ears

until my body vibrates from the spiritual concerts

and a smile collects upon my lips, reminiscing

until the ghosts dance in my mind’s eye

swaying to the sounds, I reach out

eyes open, empty space greeting me

and I find myself crying, tears trailing down my face

mourning the silence of violins

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