It Starts out Soft

Stray souls wander
Into the open void,
Glazed eyes stare,
Stare into empty space.

Mindlessly they make their way,
Thinking of nothing,
Hearing? They hear nothing,
Feeling all but anything.

Hair unkempt upon crooked heads,
Clothing torn and beaten.
Most wander on busted soles,
Feet falling into gaping holes.

It starts out soft,
So soft they cannot hear,
The tone of a hammer beating on string,
Gently makes its way into the slums.

The song being played,
Telling its own story; But,
At the same time telling the story
Of these senseless masses.

One by one the heads start turning,
As if they had never heard the sound before,
Such a heavenly sound from a silent world,
As the pianist played for her motionless audience.

They started to gather,
Gather around the crumbled theater,
Where the child in red,
Played her song without notice.

Her fingers striking each key
With such astounding grace
As if each note were apart of her,
Her body moving along in pace.

When the song was finished,
the audience left standing,
Not knowing what to do,
And then when it was completely silent-

They began to hum the tune...

Open eyes staring,
Staring into empty space,
While stray souls wander-
Wander into the moonlit horizon.