That spark. A simple burst of light that banishes the darkness, even for just a moment, it is powerful and precious.
I want to believe that if / they do, we are but a shadow / of dream that is remembered / oh so fondly and sweetly.
L’Asile – Asylum
No one could forget, / what had happened there. / The whole town knew, / and they would often stare.
Tears on the piano
Tears on the piano / rain on my feet, / I stumble indoors / to find you with some one else.
I remember how he laughed, / and all the games he liked to play. / I can hear the giggles from outside, / and think of things I wanted to s…
The Silent Witness
I have seen all the pain, / counted all the tears. / The cries are still fresh, / in my old and ancient ears. / You are not alone, / I sit …