Music flows through your eyes.
It fills them to the brink
Expands the blue skies
A huge glass to drink

Eyes heavy with drum beats
Music says what can't be said
Sleeping on top of the sheets
Songs paint a picture in your head

Birds in your sleep
Gray eyes hovering in the dark
Shouting Base lines that start to creep
The bird is a lark.

Looking through the moon's eye
Hoping to start a fire
She says its time to fly
Oh but shes preaching to the choir
The colors wash away
Everything come together
Trying to find the world today
Stones as light as a feather
On track,abstract,everyone knows
The yellow brick road we do travel
People cry like crows
Whispering secrets to unravel
Music fills our empty mouths
So shout sing scream
Its time to fly south
Time to start a dream

Words pour out.
Flooding the mind
Weaving the seeds of doubt
Hands in a bind
slowly drowning in words
she looks with a blank stare
her silence stabs like sharp swords
she doesn't care
the single stream of words stop
eyes fill with tears
she leaves the shop
now just empty with fears