The nightly rains speak softly The street lights toll in spite The radio’s frantic drone is cut As it’s tuned in to the night Felted keys in ivory Plays the midnight hour its psalm And every note sends ripples On the surface of its calm The ancient facades shiver Next to time’s abiding youth Wishin’ once again to suffer What old age works so to...Learn More

[Verse] I let her wisps of smoke descend The scent of them catch my clothes again Her perishable breath Shouldn’t have to yield with such ease But I guess my mind does too [Chorus] And despite that soft-spoken step of hers And its intrinsic modesty How her disregard erodes my words I know that I could without her love Without her...Learn More