Mirror

 

 

 

 

Hmmm?

 

The music echoes still, yet the amplifiers are quiet. And the criminals have all departed,  leaving in their wake ill-will, smudges on the mirror and fresh memories of ripping music played.

But soft, her face, doth now present itself to me, in my mind’s eye, with her gentle voice asking, "have you been behaving stupidly?"

 

 

 

 

 

 (Poetry Collection)