SING ME A SONG

 

Sing me a song.

Write me a melody.

Stroke the keys.

Massage the ivories.

Raise your voice high

So I can hear your words.

Words of hope and loss.

Sing them loud and clear.

I close my eyes.

I can hear your words.

I see your fingers

Stroking the keys.

The words take flight.

They reverberate through time.

They leave your lips

To land on mine.

A sweet melody

To soothe my advancing years.

A pretty song

To fill my empty soul.

SING ME A SONG

SING ME A SONG 

Sing me a song. 

Write a melody 

Of times gone by 

And moments lost in time. 

Stroke the keys. 

Massage the ivories. 

Raise your voice high 

So I can hear your words. 

Words of hope and loss. 

Sing them loud and clear. 

Stories of faraway places 

And times that are gone. 

I close my eyes. 

I can hear your words. 

I see your fingers 

Stroking the keys. 

The words take flight. 

They reverberate through time. 

They leave your lips 

To land on mine. 

A sweet melody 

To soothe my advancing years. 

A pretty song To fill my empty heart.

COME PLAY ME

The house sits empty.

Deserted for years.

Dust its sole visitor.

The grand piano waits for a voice.

Someone to play its keys.

One last song before it’s too late.

SING ME A SONG

SING ME A SONG

Sing me a song.

Write a melody

Of times gone by

And moments lost in time.

Stroke the keys.

Massage the ivories.

Raise your voice high

So I can hear your words.

Words of hope and loss.

Sing them loud and clear.

Stories of faraway places

And times that are gone.

I close my eyes.

I can hear your words.

I see your fingers

Stroking the keys.

The words take flight.

They reverberate through time.

They leave your lips

To land on mine.

A sweet melody

To soothe my advancing years.

A pretty song

To fill my empty heart.

PLAY ME

The house sits empty.

Deserted for years.

Dust its sole visitor.

The piano waits for a voice.

Someone to play its keys.

One last song before it’s too late.

Before its beauty is lost.

Before it joins the dust.

Play me.

THE PIANO PLAYS

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The house welcomes us.

The piano plays.

The keys dance.

The walls moan.

A long night ahead.

THE DEAD GAME 

THE CANDLE FLICKERS

The candle flickers.

The music plays softly.

In an empty house.

The piano keys pound faster.

The wind screams louder.

The games are about to begin.

THE DEAD GAME 

WRITE ME A MELODY

Sing me a song.

Write me a melody

Of times gone by

And moments lost in time.

Stroke the keys.

Massage the ivories.

Raise your voice high

Until I hear your words.

Words of hope and loss.

Sing them loud and clear.

Stories of faraway​ places

And times that are long gone.

I close my eyes.

I can still hear your words.

I can see your fingers

Stroking the black and white.

Your words have taken flight.

They reverberate through time.

They have left your lips

To land on mine.

A sweet melody

To soothe my advancing years.

A pretty song
​
​To wipe away my empty tears.

SAY A PRAYER FOR ME

SAY A PRAYER FOR ME

A casualty of war.

A casualty of nature.

Sad.

Alone.

Drifting.

In pieces.

No more music.

Lying silent forever.

Say a prayer for me.

PLAY ME

The house sits empty.

Deserted for years.

Dust its sole visitor.

The grand piano waits for a voice.

Someone to play its keys.

One last song.

Before it’s too late.

Before its beauty is lost.

Before it joins the dust.

Play me.

SAY A PRAYER FOR ME

Casualty of war.

Casualty of nature.

Sad.

Alone.

Drifting.

In pieces.

No more music.

Silent forever.

Say a prayer for me.

SING ME A SONG

SING ME A SONG

Sing me a song.

Write me a melody.

Of times gone by

And moments lost in time.

Stroke the keys.

Massage the ivories.

Raise your voice high

Until all can hear your words.

Words of hope and loss.

Sing them loud and clear.

Stories of far away places

And times long gone.

I close my eyes.

I can still hear your words.

I can see your fingers

Stroking the keys so softly.

The words have taken flight.

They reverberate through time.

They have left your lips

To land in my heart.

A sweet melody

To soothe my advancing years.

A pretty song

To fill my empty heart.

PLAY THE MUSIC

PLAY THE MUSIC

Play the music.
Play as fast as you can.
Pound on the keys.
Dance with the violin.
Beat on the drums.
Keep dancing.
Keep playing.
Faster and faster.
Before it’s too late.
Before death comes.
Knocking at your door.
It will come tonight.
It will wait for quiet.
So keep playing.
Keep dancing.
Until the sun rises.
And the night is gone.
And so is death.

PLAY THE MUSIC

PLAY THE MUSIC


Play the piano.
My sweet dear.
Play the keys.
Pound on the black and whites.
Allow the music to float free.
Free from this dark chamber.
From this evil house.
Where ghosts lurk.
Where spirits wait for revenge.
Bring in the light.
Bring in the music.
Let us be free at last.

SAY A PRAYER FOR ME

Casualty of war.
Casualty of nature.
Sad.
Alone.
Drifting.
In pieces.
No more music.
Silence forever.
Say a prayer for me.

COME PLAY ME

The house sits empty.
Deserted for years.
Dust its sole visitor.
The grand piano waits for a voice.
Someone to play its keys.
One last song before
it’s too late.
Before its beauty is lost.
Before it joins the dust.
Come play me.

THE HAUNTED HOUSE

n-ephthys:


I loved haunted houses.
The darker the better.
Who wants to join me?
It looks deserted and dusty.
I’m going up the stairs.
What’s that music?
Why are the piano keys
moving on their own?
Is someone here with us?
I hear the floor boards creaking
on the floor above.
I won’t be going upstairs.
Now I hear a moaning sound
coming from the hallway.
I’m not as brave as I thought I was.
Is that the front door that slammed shut?
I’m out of here!