His Song

She listened to cries of the singer, his words came out of her laptop.

She listened daily, singing along to his cries.

His music was beautiful... made her feel.

When it was gone, she only closed her laptop, going back to normality as if nothing's wrong.

People stopped looking for the missing singer, he faded away in time.

When she opened her laptop, she heard his song.

"PLEASE, I BEG, LET ME FREE, I SAID!"

"But you are free," she whispered, "To entertain me..."

His body the machine sat on her lap, his soul the screen that let out light.