Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Orchestra

Moments sit on finger tips 
Dancing on ideas that seem to fade 
In and out like you 
The frequency resonates 
The band plays - 

I fall asleep to the tune 
I write my own story 
I'm my own orchestrator 

I fall into your sea 
Lost and forgotten 

The Stars won't leave me 
The band plays louder 
Then fades into the distance 

What can I do 
What can I do now 

These moments sit on my fingertips 
Alone 
Waiting for home