I wonder

-a. fleury

I wonder if you can hear music

In the world of the dead.

The lilt of human voice, guitar, strings,

Drums, electronic bleeps, bloops.

Vibrating the inner ear.

Delicate. Decadence.

I wonder.

I can’t lose this.

I would loathe to live forever

But to lose the sound – the only thing

That makes me alive. Dead?

My feelings gone. My song gone.

My sanctuary.

I know you can hear music in the dreaming.

In the sleeping world of the dead

There are songs.

It breaks my heart

To think otherwise.