Night Music

A violin breaks open its heart
in the light of the dying moon
releasing its mournful weeping
into the abandoned city night.

The voices hum with the drums
holding the cold hands of winter
dance in dark fearful corners
tiptoeing over my sleeping skin.


Let It Be

I say
let it fall
let it burn
let the smoke rise
tears in our eyes

I cry
shoot me
beat me
cut me down
body to the ground

Truth watches
from you and I