Overstayed - Hostage Calm

We stretched our skins over the rims;

Oh, how we beat ourselves to death

The sound decays, spread too thin to resonate

If we don’t fold the wrinkles show

Each trepid movement, an intrusion onto sacred soil

Now vacant from a welcome overstayed

Our refuge fades away

Burned out in verse

Does it still carry worth?

How long can it last when each note hurts?

These hands still play but

Who knew that would shake this way?

Will these tired strings still sing if we asked?

And what would they say?

Would they convey fears of echoes in distant halls

Where «forever» and «together»

Have a meaning all their own?