Beloved Old Ghost

I know how all these days starts
And how they're all meant to end
And they lose sense when it flies by
Still my sweet contagion recognizes me
And it defines me as I'm cut and alight

The bent centennial piano keys
May start sounding on their own
The harp bloodstained strings
May start resounding alone
And any voice may intone
During fall and winter nights
But the beloved old ghost
deserved a lullaby
Tonight

Truths meets voices as I hear
And noises grows, but they won't explain
What fades now is time that I don't know
When all lights ache and burns in this overturn
And I can only wait for them to die

I see for an afflicted instant
The distance may confort the soul
May ease the inquietude
The solitude of exceeding the tissue
Hovering over the old and the new
I reach for this sudden jolt
To hold the flame of a redemption
My assumption to make this less severe