Music is getting out,
Lyrics is letting in.
SILENCE is tantamount -
To a fabulous thing.

A slender touch of sorrow,
A glance cast aslant.
We are heading tomorrow
To a yonder land.

We are still in a furrow,
But we'll leave it tonight,
A lump sum to borrow -
And get on a flight.

Certain things happen,
You cannot forecast:
You're biting the apple
And gasping aghast.

I've awfully bleeded,
And prone to beguile,
BUT -
NO - CONFIRMATION - NEEDED
TO FEEL.
             THAT.
                     YOU.
                            SMILE.