A quiet lullaby
To help me fall away
Into the world where
That sole song
Expresses these
Distresses of late
Gently strumming
Humming away
And with each
Crooked arpeggio
I remember why
She forgets me in
A heartbeat when
She finds another
So all I want now
Is for this quietest
Of lullabies tonight
To cradle me till
[Till I'm whole again]
Studio B
- Mark
- When you need to wake up in the morning, and set the right mood for the day, when you need to escape from the overwhelming everything of life. What do you turn to? How do you describe your core without speaking aloud, without having to talk to someone about it? This is how. Music. Lyrics. Poetry. Do you feel it? Do you? It's here, it's everywhere, locked within you, within the most tone deaf of us. It's begging to be released, become unleashed in a tearing chord, a crying melody, soulful harmony, dying lyric. You feel it yet? It's concealed here, within every word that I write. This is my release. I want you to see it, to feel it with me. This pure expression of every tangible and imaginable emotion known and unknown to man. To me. Welcome to The Window.