A daring Moonlight sonata
burst its requiem...

Empty desk an empty paper,
with my blank head, my warm blanket...

Burning candles,
With that body made of wax...

Glide me over your lips,
Like pride mumbling tricks...

I wish someday,
I could brush your hair...

She was terribly beating down,
piece by piece her soul is broken...

Alone in the middle of nowhere,
darkness is it's name...

What an eye can see,
the wind provokes...

Do you know what it feels?
Listening to the music your guitar plays...

A whisper so mute
from a bird's squeaky voice...

Winding roads going nowhere
In that distant look whilst too deep...

She is a lavender,
Offering her aromatic scent...