So happy when I see your sad eyes
Vacant lot
So full of myself
Unread books on dusty shelves
Did you miss me?

The art of compression
Words sprinkled over crumpled paper
Too tight to breathe life into the room
A new obsession
Held captive
I'm too tired to run
Will you?

Wilted flowers
On top of a detuned piano
Look dear! See how the cherry blossoms grow!
Broken petals
Trampled underfoot

Clouds are breaking
You can almost see the sun
Bounty is for the taking
Hey babe. Looks like I've gotta run.

The quiet beauty of a lightning strike
Three second warning
Before the ground shakes
It's when the monster wakes
Don't stare into its eye
It beholds a soul
Too old
To play in the green grass
Or to swoon to the sounds of brass
On a summer night after the rain
Storms too big for teacups
Clinched fists
Strike like lightning
Love can leave a stain
Another day of thunder and pain

You built a tree house on top of your forest
Littered with splinters but still a home
Had I'd known
Storms make treetops sway
I would have stayed away
Waited for the sun the clear the way
For my great escape
I would ride the lightning
Follow forgotten tracks to jump my train
Take shelter from your tempered tempest
Rolling thunder and driving pain

I lie waiting for the calm before the storm
I wonder if it will ever come

Pale skinny bones
Blank white canvas
Washed over with colors
Standing alone in The Painted Desert
Fingers pricked from a desert rose
Bleeding heart stains my sleeves
Erosion shows no mercy
For exposed hearts
Sleeping under open skies
Feeling so alive
Staring up at dying stars
Hanging my dreams on crescent moons
Petals slip out of open hands
Blown over rolling dunes
I found a better way to die
This is a great way to die

Where have you gone?
Our skies have gone silent
And skies turned grey
Oh dear songbird
Please sing us a tune
Fill up these empty rooms
With the sweetest sounds
Do you ever wonder
How bizarre we are?
We walk around with buds in our ears
But flowers never blossom
We can't hear the symphonies
Of our surroundings
It seems we enjoy our orchestrated chaos
Or do you get a birdseye view
Of us waging in our cages
while you sing into the wind?
Oh dear songbird
Sing us a tune
Before our garden goes to ruins
Before we forget how to plant again
Dear songbird
We are actually much alike
We both have learned how to fly
But it's us that have perfected how to fall

No need to throw us a line
We've already submerged
Cups half full of the abyss
This ship tipped over before it could sail

Put your ear against the ground my dear
You just might hear
Our muted fear
Spring won't be silent much longer

Shiny red low hanging fruit
The sweet taste of lust
Endless wanderlust down broken paths
Leading to endless wraths
Once bitten,twice shy

There can be no shade around fallen trees
Only shadows of what was meant to be
My son, there will be no harvest
The fruit was rotten
From the top until the seed

On the Eve of our final midnight
Words pass from parent to child
Seeds for new gardens
Shadows from the permanent moonlight
Crooked paths through naked trees
Seeds that thirst
My cup runs empty
I swallowed it all
When I drowned

Too tired of hearing about the quickly passing seasons
Too busy trying to put falling leaves back on my family tree
Where did your little fingers go?
They could barely hold on to my hand
Now I'm barely able to hold onto you
Someone threw too much grease on this time machine
Hitting the brakes, but it's only me hitting the wall
My little child, once upon I time I lived wild among the beasts
Hunting on distant lands
I've planted my roots,but soon enough it's your leaves that will blow freely into changing winds
Wherever you land
Learn that a clinched heart feels more pain
Smell the flowers before the rain
Tame your own beasts before they turn on you
Lay on fallen leaves
That fell from trees
Much like the both of us