Such Echoes (Poetry)

How can the man
whose words I read
be really truly dead?
He’s talking here
he’s walking here
he’s singing in my head

I say he lives
I say he breathes
existence a mere trick
he winks he smiles
between each line
he dances light and quick

I hear him laugh
I hear him sigh
such echoes fill the room
his shadow waltzes
page to page
to poetry’s set tune

I hear those rhythms
feel each beat
tap-tapping through my brain
he has not gone
he never left
his song’s come round again