Haunting Melody

A poem of song without lyrics but whispers instead

 It’s not lyrics…but
whispers
That lie ‘neath the melody

Ghostly murmurs  that
haunt
the refrain

Sursurrant sounds
That surge
And then melt

Whispers not heard but
more chillingly
…“Felt“…

As tingles and ripples
Of black fingernail
 Making

Minor chords that caress,
And then go
Raking….

Up spine and then
Spider
cross brain

A musical medly
Of whispers
And melody
 
Song fashioned by phantoms
From mist
 …Icicles and rain…

Reviews

[that-little-green-monst..]

Very nice poem! I love your word choice. Very powerful poem!