Notes from the Grave

This afternoon,
I heard a sound.

It made me stop,
and look around.

I knew the tune,
I knew it well,

hearing it again,
my emotions swell.

Smiling while
I make the bed,

"I'll come back!"
you always said.

Melody of
tinkling notes,

lingers in the air,

like ghosts.

"Tomorrow, I'll be at
your graveside,

where you and
music box, reside.

'til then, my love,
come tuck me in,

first, wind the key;
let the music begin.

Author notes

4) Death - but do not write it in a morbid way PLEASE!

A contest entry

~~ Music Box ~~ by Melodies. 600 points, ended December 17, 2007, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
HAPPY CONTEST. My first contest only 1 rule! must rhyme. by K1r5ty. 900 points, ended December 29, 2007, 21 entries
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K1r5ty
December 28, 2007
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What a superb poem!!! BRILLIANT you have done well with this my applause for you!
Melodies
December 17, 2007
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Oh, I do admire this so much!
I love mysterious writes and loving ones, especially. This is wonderful!