Climbing through my window pane
The sky is dark with memory
Fleeting into the wings of crows
Scattered like black marbles
No direction
No which way to go -
We painted a sign
They couldn't read it could they
I'm here calming the storm
But the crowd is getting heavy
As my eyes
Waiting for something that has left
What can she do
Stethoscope engraved on your sleeves
A sign only I can read
A song only you could hear .
But there's nothing