her voice carried crystal clear
haunting the empty rooms long after
she was gone and the only sound
lingering on was the cascade of ivory
and ebony, and acoustic strings, ghosts
moving about in dusky shadows of
the now blue black rooms bathed in
moonlight, and the sound of her voice

Inspired by Norah Jones' December 


Optimistic Existentialist said...

I absolutely love the adjectives that you use in your writing

Charity said...

thank you! I'm on a kick of writing from music - it's so inspiring! It's speak to me in a language that's so hard to capture!