Waking up to the mirage of a sunny day
Where my walls are as stiff as they are frozen
Blanket, shattering in half by my unveiled breath
The lungs of my room cut short by a hollowed basement

Still, everything is so completely still
Nothingness wraps around all fabric and tenement
Silence slapping its oblivion on every space and atom
Where not a single voice can break through this house of ice

Even the mirror across my bed is quivering
Seeing myself shake every muscle with eyes cold, half open
Even the silent hum of the outside world has stopped
Stillness that even nature itself can’t define

I wake barefoot to toes too numb to bend
The floor like a frozen lake of broken glass
Crawling through the antithesis of a wooden underworld
Where the other side is answered with crooked doors

Driving my nails into my frozen habitat
The smell of cold air piercing into my mind
Creating chemical numbness mixed with black boredom
In every call being answered by my own loneliness

“Hermes!” I called from my world of blue,
“Take me away from the shackles of my own breath!”
“Bring to me the relief of another world!”
“Eclipse your gifts with the blackness of my own existence!”

Don’t let the loneliness of darkness let you down
Or let the darkened colors sing hollowed melodies
In the night of the echo of the flat drum
Jazz swinging into my naked and open ears

Nodding my head to the left into emptiness
Staring into the sweet voice of fantasy
Of imagination twinkling its single voice
A sad voice calling from an afterlife

Who can really say if everything will be ok
When the first steps turn into a cowardice heat
Escaping the angry voices of an infinite universe
But all of this will need to melt in sweet inside

Loneliness is the call to my mind
Where it will always never fail to answer
In times where bliss is a like a moving meadow
Endlessly carefree and never caring in sun

Its an ever ending blue atom burying itself
Never able to disappear even in wide smiles
Love in the end always finds its next victim
But why do I have to be spared again

A duet of ying and yang colors
Of intertwined lovers in step
A conductor weaving his soul
From the altar of simple pleasure

His baton like a wand of equal rhythm
His teethless smile and closed eyes
Creating melodies with hand and touch
And at the center was each paramount in tune

White and black keys melting from melody
Pouring like sweet ecstasy into their minds
All were weaving in temper merriment,
At the unbroken bond of life’s joys

The band mediating time and space
Slowing the rooms hearts and pain
Sheltering them from the real worlds black faces
To Gods children living under melody

I, an innocent onlooker from above
Peer into the hall of gentle sound
Whispering in the back of my mind
A sound of chords crashing into hollow