Stillness, Waiting for words to come while you sit still Wanting the perfect simile To tell you what you mean to me But each passion charges right to the end of the pencil, Breaks and falls off as mumbles Like the pencil lead that crumbles Until there's so space on the paper Just the scars and scribbles The pencil gives in and sits still
Seeking stillness amidst the busy city circus It's the end of the longest day We wait, wordless, wanting not to work Letting the steady melody of Old Friends And Bookends lull us, Lead us, keep the world at bay I'm mute except for simple words But holding out for more Biding time until it feels right Finding the stillness inside Stifling the roar Fighting out a title Then the page falls to the floor
You smile, say goodnight Walk off towards the door
Still the pencil sits still The pencil sits so still