Your attendance
I confess is
The reason why Earth
Breathes her winds
And roars her waters.
Why I hear the whistle of the leaves,
And the songs of the cranes,
The chants of the ants,
And the wailing of whales.
The geese that honk,
And the murmur of mountains,
All follow to the tune
Dedicated to you.
It is to thee in which
The clouds thunder,
To thy name
the harp is strung.
In why violins cry-
The choir sings-
And the children weep.
Then one day you left,
And my world went silent.
For the hands of the conductor
Were put away,
And the concert's curtain
Be drawn.
As I write,
My pen has lost its sound,
And the trees lose their beat.
The cranes are now asleep,
And the harp untouched.
Yet still,
For a passing moment,
I hear the tune of the world
We shared.
Then I smile,
For no sound of music can compete,
With the memory of you and the world complete.
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'The Weathered Man' & other works by Diego Reyes
General FictionDiego Reyes' heart evoking poems and gothic tales serve as a teaching guide and social commentary for those who read them. His work is heavily inspired by the likes of Edgar Allan Poe, Ann Radcliffe, William Faulkner, and so many more loved voices i...
