SWAN LAKE . ROME
There is a sound
A sound that happens when the orchestra is tuning their instruments
The audience is dimming down to a thousand hints of speech
Whispers of waiting
Fade with the light
My watch is ticking
And the curtain scuffs way for the coming of night
This is the sound that haunts my life
And for reasons unknown, it helps me to see the things that I love
I see blue silk in the shade that drapes from above
I see my wife on her side
Dressed like a dove
I see a painting in whole
And I see the tell of its source
I see these carved words
As it all comes forth
I have traveled the world in search of that sound
That sound
That sound
It shows me what’s coming and what’s to be known
It gives me my past
To bring back home
It acts as the ghost when I’m all alone
And it gave me this painting
From Swan Lake
In Rome
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