Between the darkness and the light
when restless thoughts run through your head...

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

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

Even the clouds have ears
when she plays...

Lying in the grey of dawn she listens
to the chirping music drifting in through...

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

In darkest days you give me light
and help me see the road ahead...

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

Watch,
as in my eyes the light...

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

The Grumpy Club
There is a place where I belong...

Consumed by breathless heat
which clings and cloys...