It’s time to wake up from this dream
Each strum and stroke
Each melodic tune
The crying hiss of the violin
The screeching trumpet sounds for us
In a song of solitude each note rings
As I find myself entwined
A little piece of me has grown from your chest
And we spin away together.
Each foot taps on the ballroom floor,
Lost in an orchard of blooming skirts
And high rise canes for the tall man
This isn’t your usual sonata principle
This is something bittersweet
An unholy rose for the damned
At a glance around the conductor is lost
But we all still spin in kaleidoscope fashion.
The noise here has reverted to chaos
As instruments and composers are lost
And strings have broken
Finding their way to dance in the air above
Torturing each silly symphon.
The floors crack as each dancer stumbles
And falls into the holes,
Disappearing one by one
The lights have shattered,
Each flame has receded
And the stars are still dim.
Here we are in a lack of symphony
Yet you still hold me
Swaying to the rhythm of hearts beating
On a broken dance floor.
Yet you still hold me

05/09/2010