Tfny-Mchl

Pluck any of my strings till you find one that sings to you - something dark throated and uneven, spilling song like the jewelled thrush upon my sill. Ponder its strange weight, the terrible beauty of its voice; the way it winds inside you and pulls you close like skin shuttering out the light. And then let it resonate taut and tight against your ears - each note a raw hope that hides tomorrow and keeps you running from the light.

Rose petals wither on the floor As I am left to douse the candles and close the door. Drawing the shades to complete the darkness, Drawing the shades; shadows have never seemed so empty. Everything that she has taken from me... There was so much left to say, And by the chill that she left with me, I feel I should be able to see my breath. Rose petals wither on the floor As I am left to douse the candles and close the door. Drawing the shades To complete the darkness Of what was once so sweet, there is nothing left but a memory As the smoke fills the room, a murky suspension blurs the dim light Golden stars of dust, suspended,