And the lover cried out—
I burned my youth...
In the throat of an hourglass,
all tilts, all turns...
I dream of you
in the moan of violins...
Shining Star
I always wanted to be a shining star...
I live at point zero,
where no idols rise from belief...
An artist creates
only in the presence of light...
The mason asked to the stone:
No matter how much I throw you...
I like to think
that he walks me still...
Blurry is what I see
in front of me...
This is me and isn't.
I wish you could understand...
I hear the sound of the violin
long before it begins...
I mourned you in this city.
Walking circles over the bricks of Faneuil...