She opened up the window
And from the garden she heard a song

..."I'm gonna write a song for you
            In a language, that doesn't exist on earth"...

The curtains were softly moved by the wind,
And she thought to herself

"How beautiful, A little song for me"

On the moon
Out of bowl

At top of our roof
Under the moonlight

Honey, I was just homeless child
Looking for love and you

Your younger self with older soul
Saddened over what we were told of

Off the road, I saw you begging

"Bring me back the love I sold"

Selfish, I wasn't that fish
Out of bowl

You took my breaths away
In the first place

You breathed me in
Then out till I lost my chills

Word.
Rhyme, rhythm
Song.

Beat.
Phrasing, lyrics
Heart.

Love.
Hate, discordant
Sentiment.

Passion.
Fire, stirring
Fervour.

Song.
Melody, call
Strain.

Song of my heart,
Heart of my song.

Threw caution to the wind;
****** my breath in;
A leap of faith taken;
A leap into nothing.

Answers awaiting,
tongue 's hesitating,
memories are fading,
a leap of faith taken.

Rare sorts of amazement.
I stand there, gazing,
this fear starts invading
before a leap of faith taken.

Motions to halt;
Emotions at fault.
Face says it all;
A story in making.

Yet I stand tall,
delusion breaking my fall;
"I'm in love with you, doll !"
Says I'm "mistaken".

See folly at play
but who is to say ?
that she might not stay
when I ask with patience.

A life in decay,
mind drifting astray
eyes shifting away,
heart succumbing to decadence.