Softly Spoken
Her eyes downcast to hide the shadow,
The flicker of pain quickly concealed,
Soft features brought under control,
Emotions reigned in tight,
Softly spoken she turns to play,
Hands dance over ivory keys,
Bringing forth music filled with passion,
Music to express a thousand things,
Words unsaid, message clearly spoken,
Tears flow past clenched eyes
Oh sweet child what did they do?
A face filled with unmasked emotions
Rolls back and forth in time to her moving hands
Music of power still rings out.
Oh sweet child what did they do?
The room now silent and empty,
Memories my only company.
Always were so softly spoken,
No need to have said that final prayer,
to forfeit what lay ahead,
Memories of music still linger,
Memories of the softness still around,
Only now I stand alone,
Oh sweet child, what did they do?
(c) '99 Jonathan McFarlane.