Delicate hands soften a classical sound
Love in the air but not in the heart
A tragic and impressional soul left behind
Staring at a weeping reflection
A time from before mine holds my melancholic thoughts in warm hands
Whispers and the early morning song remind me of my solidarity
This peace
Id be a fool to look on the life I’m living with doubt
With disdain
A jazz tune weaves simplicity into my words
Casual jubilee into my thoughts
Careless expectations
And a broken memory to fill my dreams
The darkest house is a lonely house
And I refuse to live in the shadows of my choices
The life I lead is uncertain
But still I dream
And still I look forward to the whispers and early morning song