a different sort of calmness.
everything eventually feels timeless,
like the words on these pages.
you forget so suddenly and so easily,
that you were the way you were long ago.
but sometimes it works out for the better,
and you feel loose like snow.
you feel like you're frost dancing across
windowsills, but you're no longer peeking in.
because the house is your house now,
the soft lights make shadows across your walls
the piano sits, untouched
and the guitars strings vibrate from
the silence of the day.
like the words on these pages.
you forget so suddenly and so easily,
that you were the way you were long ago.
but sometimes it works out for the better,
and you feel loose like snow.
you feel like you're frost dancing across
windowsills, but you're no longer peeking in.
because the house is your house now,
the soft lights make shadows across your walls
the piano sits, untouched
and the guitars strings vibrate from
the silence of the day.