It only collects dust
Laying there,
broken and silent
There are those that remember it's brilliance
But no one knows the sorrow that brought it to sleep
They speak of it in hushed voices,
almost as if the dead thing could still hear them

On the coldest of nights,
you can hear it shiver
And when the sun rises for another day
you can almost hear it weep
But it's stillness is never shaken
It's promise to silence never broken

It suffers without reason or objection
and when the moon shines upon the thing
They look upon it through smiling lips and say
"and that, was all there ever was"

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