Music, quiet voices
Strings attached to my piano
Where expression is what I need
Struggling to find it without you
Paintbrushes thrown against walls
Finger painting on floors that can always
Be covered over with old carpets

Word games that never exit my mind
They can't find their way out
Stuck in bubblegum, keeping me awake at night
Can't even count sheep
'Cause I end up sheering them, spinning their wool
And crocheting scarves
Recesses that don't seem to know how to stop
Processing

At times I miss the jargon and confluence of thought
Other times, it gets me through the day
I have remained at the mercy
Of things I cannot change
And liberated by hasty retreat
When mood strikes melody

Not much can be said for one so handsome
Invisible smile
The urge to set him free and have his chance
For the fog to burn away
Just reach across the water
Pull him to shore
Where it costs nothing
To steal a nap under the shade of a wild oak
And feel the warmth of the breeze
Carrying the scent of native Southern blooms

Expressive shadows
Timely divide of paint colours
Sharing the ink of time on paper
Stylized by some unknown sentient disguise
Such temptation to fortify another
Before this armour has been fully rebuilt

Creating as one
Doesn't seem that life's course is asking us
To take the same ride
How much begging can affront this question
Before time and two
Smears and tidal waves of emotion
Left on broken, concrete steps
Icy pavement stealing voices
Trying to slip away into the night
Mistakes of comfort and no one to know
The difference
Just us and we can't go back and
Change the lyrics now

Life is not a Shakespearean dream