Whispers To The Stars

cancer

She sleeps in our veins
Waiting for the next generation to rise
Till she rise slowly she creeps into our
Windows letting herself in leaving a trail in every room
As she tries to find her way out
But then she comes across my grandfather's piano
Still he sat there playing it as if he never left
Slowly she began to step into living room only to realise that
The connection between father and son held her back
Each day she tried to let herself in
Slowly it began to show on his face
As tried to hide it but she wanted to make herself known
As they tried to remove her from his body
The more she held on
Soon the barrier began to fall
'No....' was the only word my grandfather could master
As he stopped playing
Only angering her more
Slowly he begins to fade to
The house now silent
She stands by the door way
Wandering why she made every one leave
walked towards the piano
The white Rose's are now dead
Wilted in the glass vase
She stops forward her hand move toward the key
As her fingers tips touch the first note
So his eyes grow duller filled with nothing but pain
His house beings to fall
As she dances to her own rythem
Not taking in account that the first floor has just left the building
By the end of her song
He was to far gone to be saved
So on the tips of our toes we waited
To see what her next move would be
But unexpectedly her next move was one that was gentle
And her fingers played the keys softer as she rocked him to sleep
She sang
'My work is done
You are now set free
Be gone my little angle
Fly away '
With that she hit her last note
And the house  was gone and so was he.