Droplets after droplets of water
fall down the sink.
The soulnd echoes through the silent kitchen
The droplet so clear, and crystal.
Drip, Drip, Drip
I stand there looking at the falling droplets.
Its rhythm mesmerizing.
Its droplets after droplets hypnotic.
Why am I standing here cold feet
a tiny part of my brain wonder.
My eyes tranfix to the droplets.
My eyelids heavy, but refuse to close,
to shut out the shape,
the purity of the droplet.
Drip, Drip, Drip
Turn off the tap.
Oh yeah, my head remember.
Still my feet do not move.
I stand there in the middle of the night
listen to the quiet rhythm,
eyes follow the falling of the droplets.
DRIP, DRIP, DRIP