I'm skipping stones across the lake
with my eyes closed
and now I can only see you
in a drunken dream.
I'm searching for the lost song
and the melody I knew
before your eyes had died.
the words I didn't say.
the strings of the lost cords
seated in sorrow, sometimes joy,
lost in tomorrow's rain,
found in a photo alblum.
the thinly stretched cords in 1/4 tones.
the rhythms from your heart beating.
the tender touch of vibrating strings.