Ghostly Echoes Soundtrack

This started off as a spoken work production for a 'poetry to music' project.

Ghostly Echoes

Leaves swaying in the breeze, past midnight in the cemetery

Mist rising from the sod, so freshly trodden down.

A gate swinging on its hinge, keeps time with night?s sweet melancholy

Flowers freshly full of love, lie dying on the frosted ground.

The mist shifting, turning, winding,

Moves as if by will unknown

Descending, tendrils snaking outward

Reaching, life nor death within.

Walls safe of graveyard bordered

Leaving soil consecrated

Beyond the crosses, in the orchard

Under oak tree, unmarked grave.

Rising, new onto this day

Swaddled in a shroud of grey

I killed myself last night

And this is just a dream of life that will not go away.

Colours faded, flowers wilting

Grey sky clouding my horizons.

Sun seems smaller, its rays tepid

Noises muted, passions censored.

God is absent, birds not singing

Ghostly echoes, faintly ringing.

People far off, hardly seeing

Half transparent, look right through them.

Love distorted, see its hate face

Peace unknown, just war in this place

Absence noted of all music

A thing not missed until we lose it.

Tears will not come, eyes will not close

Smells no longer smelt with this nose.

Mouth wide open, scream will not come

Senses muted, cut out of from.

Ghost, spirit, apparition

Falseness of being, abomination.

Wraith, spectre, an illusion

Trick of the light, hallucination.

I killed myself last night

And this is just a dream of life that will not go away.

(Written by Simon Wright - January 2004)