I welcome you...
I welcome you...

Burn,
as the stars move across the sky...

Making Death
Amble into the unlit room...

Voyeur's rage
I heard your moans through the wall...

I remember you said life is a song
I wrote all those songs about us and the spring...

Like notes on a piano,
Like songs, from the conch in her hand...

The music singes my soul
but it doesn't burn me out...

Songs floating , through hollow spaces,
echoing mildly,they bring this life back...

Bathed in moonlight, blissful shimmer,
swishing, silently, as gentle as the breeze...