Who planned October’s silent song Whose rhythm is the pulsing heart, Whose melody is echo heard From lost chorale the haunting the… Of every solitary art?

The stars are old with his delight The ground was soft with rain The moon did show the lovely night And beauty was her reign Her hand reached out to hold his h…

Pain cuts, The jagged edge of an Ache in her throat... Makes her hurt; As she begins to feel

A single red rose for you her son Because you’re one today And her heart you still hold, with… As if you were never taken away. She guesses she’s really selfish

In the soul of man, Both can be found, Infinite peace And the devils bound. Side by side they exist,

She waked to a bleak, rain-storm d… Most things seem dulled by tones o… She watched yesterday’s sun “set”—… Brief—there was still an after-glo… She recalls smiling as she said,

The world’s getting weaker and wis… Her mother used to say. What’s going to happen to a people Who never stop to pray? Is there no hope for tomorrow?

As she looks to the sky She sees two stars This is the first time she’s seen Them In a long time

She opens your creaky door, And walks across your noisy floor. The wind is blowing the curtains i… There you are, asleep again. How could you break her tender hea…

Look at those hands Which hung at her sides When the softest Whisper of a kiss Surprised her forehead.

Upon the least well-crowded walk h… And yield to some strange influenc… Rosenthal and Rosenthal have gone… Said the name-plate upon the fast-… Tread unceasingly, citizens unknow…

She promised she’d bury you There, in their front yard, Beneath the tree you loved to lay… While she weeded the flowers. She promised she’d bury you

Sometimes She wishes you were still here, Like in the mornings When you could pull her near, And say I love you.

Why do the birds sing, Those beautiful happy songs Is it to proclaim that, Today is a joyous day Or maybe to announce,

Splashes of color, Flowery carpet, Perfectly arranged, A mighty graphic. Waters descending,