Preludes

Such a sad symphony that played before me.

Its minor chords filled my skull,

And poured out through my eyes,

Showing light in the most brilliant of ways.

Like a stained glass window.

I was the cathedral,

Echoing each note into the heavens,

And breaking the clouds with a sorrowful tune.

Reviews

[Christy the Poetic Hear..]

I really like the last lines. Nice writing!!!!!