And so the words mount, leading me wayward//In a room where the doors are all shut//Shambles and rubbish - thoughts to discover//Distant memories that have somehow come undone...
Shambles and Rubbish
The Machine
I'm not in the machine, near as I am to its lair...
Tomorrow We Can Try Again
I saved you a seat, my friend, on our favorite park bench...
One More Speck
But I see the light - It shines from a million points all around me...
Ancient of Days
The ancient of days was ne'er made for me, yet ever I crave its wondrous peace...
Dreary Rest
My eyelids grow heavy alongside the clouds...
Worth
What if I just sit here. What am I worth then?
Accompaniment
Waking up alone... Much like the sound of early-rising finches without the distant buffet of street noise The smell of morning dew without the sweetness of a freshly-cut lawn The rise and fall of a chest without saying anything at all And yet... The melancholic pang of heartstrings plucked without Accompaniment.
December Rose 