He plays through streets

Play through streets, that melodic tune,
Where shadows are cast, from papers strewn.

Strung through notes that echo on high,
Feverish sound rains into the sky.

To end the world, and end the day,
He’ll still be there, with song to play.

Caged in walls of shadowed black,
The sound of echoes upon his back

Touch his heart and know his whim
Shall every death be a song for him.

In bell tower rings to empty halls
To summon death, is his last call.

Play the song that brings true life
Then sever the strings with bladed knife.

To cut the strings, to break a heart
To play a song, from end to start.

In caged walls of darkness plays
A single song throughout the days.

He cannot hear his tune’s demise
Melodic notes through empty skies.