I don't write
I sing
with notes I wish would pierce
your thoughts
and linger
as how it is
when the orchestra turns silent
and when the lights
turn off
you know the feeling
It requires no eyes
to see the stars
draw closer and hear how they
hum their lullabies
give in
not because of my words
but because you know the feeling
how something is
hanging
when something is about
to be created
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 5:49 AM UTC
I don't write
I sing
with notes I wish would pierce
your thoughts
and linger
as how it is
when the orchestra turns silent
and when the lights
turn off
you know the feeling
It requires no eyes
to see the stars
draw closer and hear how they
hum their lullabies
give in
not because of my words
but because you know the feeling
how something is
hanging
when something is about
to be created