An impression of a song

   Floating on notes. Soothing
across the wind. Holding tightly
onto strands inside. Heart strings
pulled.

   Emptied. Drained of the harm.
Rolling rivers smooth over paleness.
Lashes flicker as coal forms a
line across speckled fields of snow.
A crease to remind of sorrow.

  One step down. I lay down
my heart. Torn. Spoken of
a loss that no longer hurts to
touch.

  Lasting impressions played
over and over in a memory. Images
beckoned by the sweet melody
of a mournful song. A chord
struck hard, deep within. Echoing
my soft cries.

   Oh how I sway to listen.
Distancing self from world only
to awaken too suddenly. Stationed
firmly. Unknown to all. Still
I ask why.

   Did you hear my whisper,
my question I leaked into the
warm December night?