Even the clouds have ears
when she plays...

The world turns in its ignorance
as I perform once more with break of day...

I see the branches sway
and watch the butterflies...

Slipping through your fingers now
the mask that you've been wearing...

Unwritten death
The thin line slowly forms beads of red...

Dreams, captured, held
and nursed against the...

Watch,
as in my eyes the light...

No more
And in the darkness do you see...

Sunlight plays its games
across the waters rippling surface...

Consumed by breathless heat
which clings and cloys...

By Inklings hand
a simple ring...

Falling through the bitter tears
of love's unlovely dream...