organ player

The building stand still , dark ... empty .. and quiet .
No light on the front door , no sound but the whispers of my dead melodies .
Over and over the melody will cross the gates and the fractured walls .
Again and again will hear it those who still linger on the other side .
As i am condemned to set here and play till the end of time .
From the outside they stand and watch , the young ... the old .
Fearfully they watch , seduced , possessed .
But dare not step through my wooden gates .
So here ill keep waiting
Wandering between the Millstones of time .
Listening to the wind in this abandon hall .. and playing on these rusty keys .... FOREVER .