spirits of time

Shadows of the past whisper
The ghostly tunes they sing.
The many phantoms that pass,
their lips in perfect harmony.

The present sings sweet tunes
but the harshness behind speaks of the bass
The reverberation of time,
gives it its grace.

Dimmed is thy future,
for the crystal ball has broken.
The spirits mingle and mix,
but yet, i see the dance perfectly.

For the steps and the grace are equal.