Friday, December 12, 2014

Richard Schnap- A Poem


Night hangs down
Like a black curtain
In a dead theater

While the wind whispers
An ancient melody
In a lost language

All else seems as silent
As an aging chanteuse
In a rundown cabaret

Unsure if she’ll croon
A melancholy ballad
Or an uplifting anthem

Then I hear voices
From somewhere near
Piercing the darkness

But not close enough
To tell if they are
Screaming or singing

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