The distant church bells Making unfamiliar sounds In the midnight hours
￼ Wind in the meadow Tickles the lively crickets Laughing violins
￼ Falling petals land Like the snows of Winters past The sound of our bliss
She leant over the piano like a soldier his first clean bed after years of war. Her eyes closed, fingers ran over the spruce, lips curled into a gentle memory. And I loved her more than ever as I signed I understood. She didn't see me just smiled some more.
￼ Heard from a distance An oceanic heartbeat Crescendo awaits
￼ A park stands silent The sound of absent children This stifling winter