Each word that painted my sky black,
I give it back. I give it back -

Each syllable that ever

If I could draw upon this melody
all the images that I see

I would paint, delicate and

It starts so soft and quietly,
this lovely, haunting melody -

so careful and so

Oh, how is my life expressly claimed
by notes so delicate and sweet?
The elegant darkness so

The river sings to me with every drop,
the seagull is a moving song -

a nearby raven sets up

You might call it 'scribbled words'
but I'll call each song: poetry
for it soothes the wound that