The weight of the curtains and heavy blinds
Were deafening enough for the air, it alluded
It complained to the soul in voices of all kinds
The star's gone; it urged to let go of the binds
A little glimmer, a tiny beam it craved
A mild chance for the blank to be braved
The next day,
It saw a tiny prism on the window sill
Victory for light at last,
The air let out a humming shrill
The light ray found it at the break of dawn
An array of colors from the rainbow it did spawn
It danced around the reflections
That were frayed, grayed, and brittle
Entered the untouched water-cup
Coaxed to move and break a little
The light was promised an air
That smelled of daisies in bloom
A room of yellow and cinnamon
And of exuberance in the loom
But the eclipsed pair of eyes there
Had their sight behind bars
Oh, they could see things around
But their vision, stolen by stars,
Nowhere to be found
Tricked into the walls that smelled of heart
Light has nowhere to escape or dart
Bouncing off broken mirrors
That lay without a sound
It still kept trying to dance around
But without a complete soul...
no music was found
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