In come the crowds
of tear filled people
each with a different memory,
of me.
My coffin
lays still
on the trolley so smooth
waiting to be planted safe,
underground.
I cannot see
but I can hear
the mumbling voices
of guest's and beloved family.
Soft music plays
as the tissues and handkerchiefs
of saddened people
come out.
Rose petals
drop one by one
as they fall
besides the trolley.
Pianos
playing sounds
of brilliance
so sad in every way.
I lay silent
so still,
in my own world
of what I call peace and beauty.
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