i can't forget the subtle cause
towards which i'm working
these photographs in my head
they keep whispering
i walk in a room and wait
for words you might be speaking
the closest thing to who i am
is what i get from you
there is no idol, no trophey
but a presence unmatched
if you find my hands shaking
or my lips trembling
rely on the silence of time
to find patience while i find a breath
i break my self down to its barest form
and share it with a friend
this piano singing in my head
slowly floats me back to earth
first my toes, then heels...slowly
i will gladly lie in the grass with reality