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
Poetic Trials 