There is a whisper in the auditorium,

Fair voices of ancient beings
Long ravaged by the decay of time.

And they’re singing.

Singing sad songs of living and being
And being without living,

Strong horrors of the human psyche,
Studded with fear and crippling anxiety.
Dreams without the harbor of hope,
And the foundation of imagination.

Sonnets of faint recitals echoing of the walls
From a forgotten time.