More Than Life
i drown myself so easily within
the soft silver sound of my music.
not playing with air or keys
but with my heart; a song unwritten
beginning to paint a picture
more beautiful than Da Vinci.
dissapearing into the notes
no longer black ink on paper
instead becomeing a heartbeat
both speeding and slowing
filling every inch of me
with something more than life
Crawling to a steady halt
ending this solo symphony
though the very last note
ramains ringing in suspense
the canvas freezes where its at
to get hidden far away;
there is no lock, there is no key
only the heart it came from

The Graveyard
A beautiful black rose; thirty four velvet petals
eight eternal thorns and seven crimson teardrops
from one single girl looking at each petal
falling one by one into her hands
in the moonlit gray winter graveyard
of her past memories and failed renovations
looking to whiter clouds on greener skies
and a light of a new dawn awaited
while a silent sense of stillness entered
as the last pallid petal fell softly to grounds
of lime green clovers among resting willows
both shifting unitedly in each loney cold wind
and with a chill of breathless air
she rose towards the silver crescent moon
slowly leaving each memory-drenched tear
to fall and soak into their bleak gravesite
as they never should have risen for her alone

So Perfect To Dissapear
how far would you go to put an end to thins?
im falling faster to the sky, i fear
its so perfect to dissapear
and so easy to be forgotten
and i know you wont look back
and ill be free once again
to create my own imaginary world
and fly like the winter wind
no mirrors to refect the future
of the bleeding trees i once saw
and dreams ive had once before
...a blood red rain of crimson red
a sky of black and gray
my eyes a fierce cold autumn
and a distant song i sing

In That Way
can you hear the snow
one by one falling to the ground
covering your tracks
footprint by footprint
erasing the past; good or bad
like the rain washing away the troubles
and everything you wish to forget
then you can make new stories
tell them every chance you get
about the past the snow faded
and when the snow is falling
listen to your heart as it slows
and become the stories
and in that way
never be forgotton

A Wish
You could say he was expected
or that i had wanted him
to be there so much
i thought he would be
yet with the clouds in the sky
and the chill in the air
i was sure he wouldnt be
...it was not a want
nor was it a need
but, a Wish
that my "someone just for me"
would finally be there

Neverland
Dream on sweet angel of the night
and adore the days you live now
for, there is no peter pan
and you are no Wendy, Michael, or john
the lost boys were never lost
and there was no captain hook
just a crocodile, ticking away
every last second of the life
you most adore
Dream on sweet angel of the night
and become who you want to be
for, in dreams you find your neverland
second star to the right
and straight on 'till morning
with just some pixi-dust as your guide
and tinker bell lighting the way
through each dense cloud
in the deep sun-set sky
Dream on sweet angel of the night
and live your dreams well
for, as invincible as it may seem
this time will not last so long
and be washed away slowly
so if you want to dance with tiger-lily
or swim at the mermaids lagoon
don’t be as shy as before
because your time is so ephemeral
Dream on sweet angel of the night
and remember me now
for, soon I will just be
the shadow of a star
you once wished upon every night
and I promise that when you return
Wendy will be there with a story to re-tell
about the neverland you once called home
and the second star will once again
be waiting for you