The musician crooned into his lonely mic
Bending and crashing his guitar strings,
And everyone was singing.
The college kids talked pseudo politics
Over streamed milk and bold brews,
And everyone was singing.
The poets huddled in their corners
Scratched words onto pages,
And everyone was singing.
The city folk bundled in coats and hats
Hustled along the sidewalks,
And everyone was singing.
Old Man Winter howled and
Covered every inch with his frosty breath,
And everyone was singing.
My feet crunched on the frozen ground
Walking towards the image of you,
But everyone was silent.
In that moment there were no musicians, college kids, or poets.
The city folk weren't in a rush and Old Man Winter was at bay.
Everyone was silent.
I could hear your heart pounding out
A melody just for me.
But everyone was silent,
For you and me,
For the spark in our eyes,
The songs in our hearts,
And our future to be.
Feb 8, 2011
Feb 8, 2011 at 10:23 PM UTC
The musician crooned into his lonely mic
Bending and crashing his guitar strings,
And everyone was singing.
The college kids talked pseudo politics
Over streamed milk and bold brews,
And everyone was singing.
The poets huddled in their corners
Scratched words onto pages,
And everyone was singing.
The city folk bundled in coats and hats
Hustled along the sidewalks,
And everyone was singing.
Old Man Winter howled and
Covered every inch with his frosty breath,
And everyone was singing.
My feet crunched on the frozen ground
Walking towards the image of you,
But everyone was silent.
In that moment there were no musicians, college kids, or poets.
The city folk weren't in a rush and Old Man Winter was at bay.
Everyone was silent.
I could hear your heart pounding out
A melody just for me.
But everyone was silent,
For you and me,
For the spark in our eyes,
The songs in our hearts,
And our future to be.
Let's just see where this one goes.
