Song within the storm


When nothing of your mortal frame is left
what then will remain?
an echo, and a melody to summon forth the rain.
the music, notes, and words
are ink upon a page
as you ascend to afterlife
the world becomes your stage
the notes travel far, far beyond the morn
as a shadow slowly starts to play
a haunting song within the storm

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