Fading Music

• Helene Nguyen, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2015

I fill the room with my angelic sounds
A mixture of instruments, dancing around.
Pianos, flutes and trumpets too
The entire orchestra, doing what they do.
The flutes are always tooting away
You could listen to them every day.
The bright and chirpy notes they play
Will make you smile as you lay.
The French horns creating some suspense
So watch out and quickly grab your defense.
The creepy sounds overwhelm the room
But the first thing you can grab, is a spoon.
Slowly, slowly, I fade away
Never, never to return one day.
I take my last breath as I make a sound
An echoing sound as I leave this town.