Silence hits the room

The stage is full of dust and amp cables. 

The floor, warm from the lights.

The chairs are empty and leaning. 

The silence echoes around.

Yet there was a time

When the stage reeked of life. 

The aisles flooded with chatter—

Not a silence was heard.

A tidal wave of sound

Swallowing the room whole.

I can no longer hide that—

The stage stays on mute 

For a voice that will

Never return.