Ghost Player

Ghost Player

In this long tunnel
you play those mournful tunes
unnoticed and unloved by all,
your music, decaying into melancholy warbling.


As the tide surges on,
at this early hour.
Desperate to move forward
into the light.


You always stand there,
in your different guises
reassuring us, life could always be worse
condemned to be a ghost player
living out of a single case.


And over the constant rumbling,
you still insist on playing
that dreary song,
yet another horrible melody.


You're a ghost player,
another thorn in my side
as I slink away, perhaps to dream
of better worlds than this.


Ghost player, haunting this tunnel
please leave me alone
with the sounds of my own creation
humming through my head