A Faded Melody (2012)

The keys lay broken,
dull sounds sing forth
memories that I once played.
Hardly notes,
the voices come forth from the page,
a siren's voice,
now merely an echo across the crimson
ripples of time.
My fair maiden,
in perfection you did step,
a haunting dirge your dance.
A dream begat reality,
a courtship ever perfect;
the fading melody that I drew in blood from
frayed strings.