Silence On Adam's Street

[Angel Of Music]

i really don't know what this poem means...it just sort of came to me while i was listnen to music...i don't like the second part...it sounds too repetitive.



Alone I sit,
In an empty chair
Watching all the people;
They cannot feel my stare

The air grows stagnant
The mind grows numb
The sun goes down
The night has come

Slowly the stars fade
The moon is dead
Slice open my soul
Watch my tears run red

Reflections glitter in the water
Of secrets that should not have been told
They whisper slowly to us
And relate tales of old

Chimes are ringing in the distance
A music box's memory
Then all is silent; all is still
It is now that my heart breaks free

[NeverMore]

Sometimes, even if you did not believe in a higher power, we as poets seem to write things that we just have no clue of where they came from. Iknow I have experienced this on both the up scale and the down. Writing some of my best works when the mood of the work reflects something I do not feel. To me, it is a higher power working within us, for the benefit of someone else. Like I say though, that is simply my way of justifying some of what I write. I enjoyed this work. And although I see what you mean about the second part, it fits well if read as a whole. Great write.. keepit up *S*

[X x K e l Z x X]

This is AWESOME