Funny how a word,
just a tiny little word,
can slither it's way into your ears,
and tingle it's way down your spine.

Funny how a word,
can wrap itself around your stomach,
intertwine itself through your body,
and make you feel nothing but guilt and regret,

Funny how a word,
can pierce your solid lungs,
shrivel them to dust,
leaving you choking in the air you breathe,

Funny how a word,
can reach into your chest,
and crumble your heart to pieces.

**better plug your ears my friends.

I want to be gone,
to be away from this world,
to linger in the depths of my head.

I want to feel alone,
feel closed from the world,
in a state to have nothing to dread.

Then why do I seek company?
someone or something to care?
why can't I slip into the shadows?
to be as safe and invisible as air?

I want to be gone,
away from this world,
to fade into the comforting black sea,

I want to be gone,
alone and free,
but I never want to leave.

Smell the morning dew,
open the curtain and feel the breeze,
hear the singing birds,
the time I feel at ease,

See the horizon sun,
through the window it gleams,
but the sound of horns and working roads,
is what woke me from that beautiful summer's dream.

If I could I would,
fly across this world,
through the sky and clouds,
never looking down.

I would swim with the breeze,
and ride with the waves,
not a care in the world,
not a care I say.

I could be free like a bird,
sing with the angels,
or sit with the graves,
not saying a word.

I could smile like the sun,
and dance like a fire,
but my "coulds" and "woulds" are "can'ts",
for I am alive,
and I cannot Retire.

Still and silent,
it sits grandly in the middle of the room,
waiting to be brought to life,
polished ivory,
shiny black and white,
lid lifted and strings visible.

She walks in the door,
it's time now to begin what's been waited for,
the seat creaks as she opens the top,
pulling a book of music out,
and begins to play the beautiful instrument.

Note after note,
the sound resonates,
throughout the space,
filling the void.

Pushing the foot pedals,
she creates many different incredible sounds,
as her fingers lightly move up and down the keys,
she smiles,
and people come to watch her,
not only her,
but the piano as well.

If it could be fall,
all year long,
I'd dance with the leaves,
along with the wind's song,

If it could be fall,
every single day,
such a world I would love,
in such a world I would stay,

If it could be fall,
till the end of time,
I'd sway with the trees,
this world forever mine.

Look at me,
here I am,
saying nothing,
just holding your hand,

You cry out of sorrow,
your tears hitting the ground,
I can feel your sobbing,
but hear little sound,

"What have I done?",
is all you seem to say,
you now realize your decision,
has a price to pay,

Look at you,
gripping my hand,
you brought this on yourself,
that I understand.