Lyric
Lyric
The hours burn into the night, I listen
A voice, through doors of time and timbre, intrusive thought on a mission
Dark, seductive, warm, calling in the storm
The composition is rendered and the tempest forms
From a stroke of the keys to a breath between lines
Enigma and condrum define the undefined
Through the intricacies of passion tripping through the subliminal mind
Visions escape into verses until their sequence they find
Every bit as much of beauty as of rage
His words come to life in a breath from a page
As wicked and whimsical of notes and prose
Until the lights go down and the curtain is closed