Metaphor Series~emptiness

 
lightly I tread into the music
the notes lifting me higher
weeping souls misfits of the horde
whisper stir not child the sleeping
I see them as if in a nightmare
wrestling with unseen ghosts

I pull a star from the heavens
scribe my secrets on it
then place it back
it shines no more
crashing to the Earth and into the ocean
the sleeping awake

aware of a presence
rattling with its last breath
it burns