When you close your eyes
do you picture me?
When you fantasize
am I your fantasy?
He played his guitar a little like he played me. His fingers strummed over a chord every now and then, to produce a harmonious melody, but when he had enough of me he put me to one side.
I gathered dust, and soon was completely forgotten.
You can learn a lot more about person by the songs they listen to and the poetry they fall in love with.
The birds have flown to
the cage lies empty.
Your happy songs bring to me
the scent of heaven.
Please keep singing.
Art is how we decorate space;music is how we decorate time.
You’re like a song that I heard when I was a little kid, but forgot I knew until I heard it again.
I’ll see you when I fall asleep