Dear Reader,

sometimes – rarely, in truth – I write lyrics for songs.

Today it’s one of those days. I hope you enjoy.

Tumbling

I spend the hours
listening to everything
you no longer tell me.

I watch the songs
you’ll never listen to,
album covers
staring back, puzzled.

I listen to photographs
you’ll never see,
hearing the clicks
of unsent messages.

I lose myself
in the distance
of seas of time,
arcane masks
and spindles I spin
raising to fate
a glass of wine.

And I wait patiently
for the snow
to rise from the ground
back into the sky,
turning upside down
these days
lived in suspension.