A poem with only a memoriam in mind. OOC happenstance translated into
more IC terms. Opinions welcomed.

[Small monetary prize for whomever correctly guesses the song the poem
is metered after.]
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The cello creaked with its neglect
While the walls echoed their regret
The Bard appeared close to weeping
Body swaying with his chair creaking
While he mouthed songs that were sung so long ago
Then for show
Now for the ghost of music's halls

I asked him what caused him this grief
He turned to me and began to weep
And whispered through his silent tears
The story that all musicians fear:
"My dear teacher, he's lost too quickly to the clocks
And now he walks
As the ghost in these musical halls

The grieving students did not sing
That day no joy did music bring
The girls they cried into their beds
While the boys stared with eyes so red
And the flutes only trilled as their notes gently fly
Silently by
Singing to the ghost in music's halls

The grieving students did not sing
That day no joy did music bring
The girls they cried into their beds
While the boys stared with eyes so red
And the flutes only trilled as their notes gently fly
Silently by
Singing to the ghost in music's halls

He played and sang with such aplomb
Old songs and wit on wind carrying along
With his chest emblazoned with the sign
That a million gentle souls wish to divine
And we remember too well his six-stringed lute.
And now you
Know the story of these music halls."

He paused and bent his head low
Bending to pick up his cello bow
Then as the melancholy chords carried
A thought across my mind's sea ferried:
How amazing that they still play their songs for him
Just for him,
That ghost singing in music's halls

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Lupar, in the year 366 AF.