Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
In My Corner
8.01.03
She sits in a corner
Playing away
Music falls from her fingers
Fingers clasped with knees bent down to pray
And the sound fills the corner
If only for a moment
Resonating in its ultimate anger
And faltering in the end
The ocean crashes with her rage
The skies open with her tears
Her fingers line the silver cage
A demon to strong to fight with her fears
So she sits in her corner
Dust flying by
The world is her snowglobe
Easily turned upside down
And just as easily broken
She whispers in the darkness
Of her song-filled words
Saying “Don’t come to close”
“I’ll break you- I can’t stop it”
So there she sits
Day in and day out
Alone and trembling
Her fingers searching their way about
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [AA]