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The Stranger
A Poem with Music by Ralph Serpe
The stranger enters, uninvited.
In the hallowing depths where silence once resided,
A haunting melody is ignited. The notes hold surmounting weight,
Settling on branches, they accumulate,
There they resonate,
Through the gate once heavily guarded,
In the rivers and streams once blessed,
Stirring up a tempest, the calmness discarded. Now the tune, with its voracious appetite,
Feeds on the dying whispers of the night.
The sun has withdrawn its healing warmth,
Leaving just the stranger and his haunting song.