Slept in the deep end of darkness;
Never thought of his beloved love;
Darkness was heavy; even consciousness never peeped in.
Moon was up; orchestra of virgin sounds of forests;
Echoed high over the lime light of nature;
A drop of conscious peeped inside the coffin;
Tried to crawl outside where the light rules.
Weight of flesh never occurred on the body;
Senses never crawled; bones where strong;
Made a narrow hole; crawled outside in the darkness;
Light of sixth sense showed the way.
Walked jerking, pounding and leaping all over the way;
Knocked the door, once the palace he dwelled;
Opened the door of happiness, fled all in fury with a screaming voice;
Sat on the favorite seat, pushed the key, the piano jerked with music.
Melody flowed out, sadness where the tone;
Crowd opened eyes in fury;
Trembled with fear on the melody so heartbreaking;
Sound of piano echoed high, the musician was just a skeleton who lived in the past.
His wife never came near nor his children;
Ran away from house; decided to crush the living skeleton;
The moment came when the stones flew;
Inside the house, it crushed the skeleton in to pieces.
A tight coffin was built; carried the broken bones;
Conscious slept inside; but the living never cared;
Threw it into the coffin, and mud was filled;
Placed on a heavy Cross, that is the heaviest ever built.