Can you hear the gentle murmur
Of the brook as it glides by...

Be fearless he said as I heard the bell ring,
They can smell it you know and it won’t mean a...

In dark of night when creatures foul
Roam freely through the mansion grounds...

Sharp and accusing they lie
entangled in pale blue strands...

Don’t look for me up in the stars
Or mourn beside my grave...

Memories of winters past flow through the windows...
Of angels crafted in the snow and kisses of the...

Lonely is the single heart.
It beats for love in duple time...

The music box
Lies there unwound...

Warm sunlight bathes the weary soul
who sits beside his worldly goods...

Silence spreads thickly like cream on jam filled...
as rose tinted memories flood mind longing for...

Within the home where love once dwelled
An aching void resides...

A petal,
Once soft and pale pink...