May 31st, 2023

Strings that pluck to midnight hour
And resound throughout the halls
Speak in static screening whispers
Though the options yet befall

Keys to spirit doors start turning
Yet the hinges stay unmoved
Much conveyed in spoken silence
Yet so much remains to prove

Through a space of time unyielding
A time in space is zero sum
To make the nigh impossible
Strings and key begin to thrum