Frozen hands yearning burning touch
Meet rusted strings for plea
At the dusted and forgotten wood they clutch
Silent prayers from the mouth flee

Build callouses, break promises
From every chord brushing thy fingers
From lips that would sing choruses
As the echo of one's soul lingers

As the evensong fill the room's deafening void
Much like the ringing of one's ear
Meet the tranquilness and calm you avoid
Letting your heartbeat be heard loud and clear

The quiet audience rest their heads
Down gentle pillows which only heard so much
And in between carefully sewn threads
Slumber dried out tears and such

In the iris-hued dark
Thou pupils seem to blend in
Not leaving a trace or a mark
Even as they see thy bare skin

Vespers audibly mistaken and imperfect
Form melodious lullabies for the ******
As we embrace wholeheartedly the wholesome defect
As the syncing flaws are together crammed

Fear not the cold and shaking limbs
Nor the purple, wet lips that swore
Especially the broken cries as your mind's hymns
For these silent prayers are indeed the heart's uproar.