Behind the cries of violins something sinister hides
With every piano note a whisper of despair lies
The dead girls flute, the slave’s harp, the pricking of razor blades to a rockers guitar
A cello in the cellar alongside skeletons and ghosts
Where we hide our demons alongside our host
And like parasites we crawl back up the stairs
To dance with shadows to the pattering of tears
The Chairman’s Waltz
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As great as I find this piece, “A cello in the cellar alongside skeletons and ghosts
Where we hide our demons alongside our host” hit the hardest for me. You’ve got me thinking of new ideas here, and I thank you for that 🙂
And I thank you for the constant support and taking the time to read what I write 🙂 Means a lot :)))
I felt the same line.
I kept repeating it over & over.
cello & cellar.. Such a dope combination of words!
Excellent, as always.
Thank you!!!!! Glad you approve 🙂
it was like a trance with all the music in my head while reading.. thanks for that.. this is incredible.. shows how writing poetry is like painting a picture.. just a few good strokes & there it is, a masterpiece 🙂
Wow! Thank you for your kind words! 🙂 Appreciated as always 🙂