A silent squire

The silence grows

Home alone, a silent phone, a cold stove, all bear the same crushing load.

We're all lost tones at the end of music notes.

False hopes led to filled hearts, perfect for silent harvests.

Lows to highs, falsettos made for you and I.

Don't play your whole they'll never say

Play you're part I never played

Then I found my other part,

Broken and shattered for public display

Feathers torn from her snowy wings,

Wings torn from her body's sting

Our eyes met I heard a... ting