Quietude’s in the piano keys  

The Momentum of the overpass through the balcony windows
The light reflecting on the harbor waters
Martyrs hiding outside the limelight
In a layered shadow.

One part intent
The other half deceit
Repeated words linger on the flip side of the record.

Marc Bolan sings for the safety of a lost angel
Sitting alone at the circular table.

When were you able to sing from the top of your life?

Without being jaded
Persuaded by a lover.

How will you tell her about the quietude’s in the song?
Placed in the palm
That left you without alarm.

In the urgency of it all
Another fall from grace
In the half lit leaves

The streetlamp guided the mission of the lonely
To another door.

Or was it the archway cradled against the landscape.

© 2006  Francis A. Willey