Certain solace brought in crisp melancholy summer rain on mornings like this,
Bring you back to me, here in liquid cool scents of peaceful silence.
That oh so beautiful gray that overcasts the day and here we go again in dark red sway.
Back and forth, around and round, that rhythmic silent game we play.
I feel the trip and I feel the drop, I feel the fall and I feel the earth stop.
Piano keys so soft in the wind of the quiet storm. Can you hear the stars? I once could not.
Playing that wretched tune that haunts my dreaming wake.
So beautifully horrid, violent in timeless memory quake.