Echoing through the house

Empty hallways and broken chairs.

Crystal glasses and

A voice that wrings the soul.

 

Alone on the stage,

Coated in dust

Yet sparkling in the sun.

 

How can such a frail being,

Thin, starved, and exhausted

Harbor such a powerful voice?

 

The dust leaps from her,

A path clears before her eyes,

Her future is there.

 

Her arms spread wide,

The audience shivers from pleasure.

Words flow effortlessly,

Yet emotion and meaning are embedded

Within every note.

 

Ghosts in empty shells

Are all that listen now.

Simply an empty room

With a girl up front.

Singing to her heart’s content.