I sang to the sad man only to hear my own echo Reflections pitched in a confused tone, dancing with silent partners in an empty ballroom.
Circles of sound filled the chamberhall, nothing heard but the feather that hit the floor It was me, talking to myself, my whispers imbedded inside my empty head.
I heard the final pin drop. A lost echo no more.
Do you hear your lost echo? Trapped inside your mind