Delicate hands soften a classical sound

Love in the air but not in the heart

A tragic and impressional soul left behind
Staring at a weeping reflection

A time from before mine holds my melancholic thoughts in warm hands

Whispers and the early morning song remind me of my solidarity

This peace

Id be a fool to look on the life I’m living with doubt

With disdain

A jazz tune weaves simplicity into my words
Casual jubilee into my thoughts
Careless expectations
And a broken memory to fill my dreams

The darkest house is a lonely house

And I refuse to live in the shadows of my choices

The life I lead is uncertain

But still I dream

And still I look forward to the whispers and early morning song