The ghost slowed,

and it showed,

just before the door opened,

he heard something,

something odd,

something light and airy,

it was a woman,

she was stunning,

and she was strumming

on a large, ornate harp,

then the ghost saw a light,

not too bright,

as the music floated

through the air,

it was rare,

but a delight,

her fingers caressed the strings,

and a child sings,

the music soothing

the turmoil in his soul,

it had a purpose,

it reached its goal.