Music Interprets

Whispers of sound,
An elegant note,
The trickle of soft melody.

Screams of the drowned,
The crash of a boat,
All full of such cacophony.

Dusk so renowned,
Pure colours, she wrote
Of sorrow and joy just to be.

Death will surround,
All lonely, she’ll dote;
Perceives yet still she cannot see.

Treasures newfound,
Some fortune to gloat;
Keep riches from those with a plea.

Secrets unbound,
No voices, no hope;
Our lives all one long symphony.

Who is listening?