God gave me your music
When the silence grew too strong
At first it didn't make sense
Because I've been alone for so long

But eventually the notes danced
On my newly opened mind
And I jumped towards the sky
Out of my world and out of my binds

Then forever and on I danced freely by myself
And God smiled down upon my mental health

Comfort in the promise
Of no promises at all
Knowing your warmth may be fleeting
I await the cold
For the fool hopes for the swearing of always
Wrapped in lavender cloth
But the wise await for the winter that no shelter can withstand.
I ran to you knowing your feet had the ability to run in opposition
So I approached you and waited for your feet to move

And so they did.

The winter bird wrecked my home and frosted my woven flowers.
And now I stand pale and alone
As the wiser.

Phone at her chest
Hoping someone would call
Just to hear her heart beating.

A dial at her fingertips
Just in case
The silence of the ringer
Became too unbearable.

Darkness at her feet
So if someone were to call
There would be no safe place to run.

Everything is whatever
The water is dark
And your face is cool
To the touch.
But I could never feel
Your icy skin
Because everything
Is just whatever
And whatever has never
Brought me closer
Than the moon.

You are the earth
And I look down
At you from great distances.
We dance together
But never do we touch
Never do we hold.
I go with the flow
And your waterfalls push
My picture out of focus.
No moon on the surface.
Because everything
Is just whatever
And whatever
Is what you've chosen.

I skate in the rain
I ruin my grip tape
I ruin my name
Cemented and scraped

What is my escape?
Who am I to say?
Nothing answered in 12 tapes
Of all the sins I'll pay

I dance in the rain
I color the ground
I sing of the pain
Of no comfort I've found

Did you hear me?
Do my soles display?
Can you possibly see
What my feet would say?

I love in the rain
I lay in the sand
I call me to blame
For he is my rain man

Every morning I speak to the blue
mountains just beyond my reach.
So far away I fear they cannot hear
what little praises I may utter.
Ancient so they must be wise, I am to
assume. I ask their advice
in regards to love and life.
Never have they answered my
little questions.
But maybe their silence speaks
more than I may yet understand.
Maybe the answer lies
in the stillness of deep blue stoicism.