I lie awake.
The half moon,
whose soft white shine
invades my room
and makes the tears that rest on my cheeks sparkle;
illuminates half of my face
so that the moon and I
can become a whole.

Only me
and the silence of 2 A.M.

Outside goes the party-goer
-knackered and filled with a portion of fresh memories
that won't be found in the morning-
to his rest.

Only he
and the silence of 2 A.M.

Outside stumbles the drunkard
-with repressed thoughts and events
that he couldn't erase out of his memory by a bottle-
to his end.

Only he
and the silence of 2 A.M.

Outside staggers the broken one
-with blood that’s drowning in wine and as red as the lips of the woman he tries to forget-
to his death.

Only he
and the silence of 2 AM.
L.T.

To heal my angst, I press play
To the melody, I sway.
A voice divine, close to my ear
Lyrics of love, I hear.

I float as pitch reaches heights
Holding on to words, I take flight!
I bathe in beautiful bars
A tiny gleam in my broken heart.

A warm gust of bass
Reverberates through that empty space
Where my soul once was,
Now lost to a lost love - a lost love.

The lulling blend of piano notes
(I shut my eyes, I dream, I hope)
Moves me right in front of you.
Where I say I do and you say it to.

We crash, you fade, a cymbal
Press your finger to my lips, a symbol.
You're gone. I weep as silent as your love.
And so I'm here, with music, floating above.

The bass clef notes wail
I hear... How I failed.
The treble clef notes shrill
I feel... The thrill!

And I bathe in beautiful bars.
That tiny gleam in my heart?
Burns brighter now with every drum beat.
And finally I'm standing on my own two feet.

Now. A new reality I can see.

Without you.

Without me.

The aroma of, the aroma of your despair.
You draw back from my trembling hand
I say we were, we were the perfect pair.
Cigarette smoke, make me a ghost not a man.

The way I sob, I sob to silent sound
The speaker above telling me how to grieve.
Bury me. Bury me in those coffee mounds!
Murmur, mumbles, inaudible speech

But I can hear, I can hear all that you say
Your lips curve like a crescent moon
Falling from, falling from night into day.
Curious eyes passing over this darkened room.

I can't, can't dive into another's conversation
Her beauty cracks open. Spills
As all I hear, all I hear is her ululation.
I mourn the death of us; she killed.