Fading world
Some more. Wait.
Clock silent thread.
All gone. At finally
Nothing to save.
Some more. And guitar tearing bust
Carried back in thought away.
Disappear glare of sad gray eyes
Just night - night smoked grey.
Some more. Wait.
Clock silent thread.
All gone. At finally
Nothing to save.
Some more. Patient, and then
Evening hide in cascade curtains.
He left neither happiness nor pain
And dust cover our strings.
And dust covers all our beginnings
Some more. Wait.
Clock silent thread.
All gone. At finally
Nothing to save.