The sky has fallen onto the porch

And the world had begun its rampage

Tears of something empty drop like sticks on drums

And the somber sky now plays it’s melodies

 

Flashes of silver cause cries of gold;

The performance has now begun

Shooshes of air drift over one’s lips

And the unplayable harp causes a gentle roar

 

Strings that vibrate the floor

And hums that cause their own retrograde

The stars sing the funeral of a flute

And the moon causes the ocean to harmonize

 

Ears ringing

This is as quiet as the night will be

Head empty

And a new harmony is synchronized in a heartbreak

 

Chimes of wind carry through ones hair

And the night has settled in 

Concrete reconciles with rain

The storm is not the only one crying