Shiva

Rhythmic tones, played in her art
A story told, not from the start
Music speaks, in confusing tone
A ghost at play, angels have known

The audience silent, as if in a trance
An elderly couple, their final dance
Children crying, their memory thrill
The world asleep, real life now still

A missed note, her broken key
Echos now nod, for all the see
A perfect song, reflecting her life
Taken to early, the loving wife

Lights turn on, the music stops
Her friends now gone, reality props
The world awakes, conscious souls
Pictures in frames, playing their roles