9 band stand...

here, clear
a nine on the right,
the photograph so light
and faded
band stand
empty of all
but
rust, and dust
silently quiet
asleep, in emptiness weeping
as all sound and human forms
today, gone away
gone since yesterday,
when voices
worn, and torn away
their echoes remain
quietly silently
sounding, surrounding
this vacant space
that sits
alone, a lone
presence
burning
awaiting the returning
of its sounds
and soon
after just two days,
and two moons,
the goddess of music appears
between this empty shell's ears
to begin
and to burn
again
its insides
once more aflame
in song.