Nocturne

The wind blows cold,

away,

the curtain of another day.

Behind, a woman sits alone

and sings us secrets of her own.

It's lonely up onstage

and lonely still the notes she plays,

simple chords behind the words she says,

the same song she sang us yesterday.

Replay a memory in your mind.

Cast it away,

away for us.

You hide your suffering with your smile.

Cast it away.

Come and play for us.

Breathe deep.

Too many melodies

left unwritten while you sleep.

A nightly song to keep her there,

from the streets and winter air,

but even here nobody seems to care.

The silence is stunning.

Her tears left years upon the stage,

long forgotten in the notes she plays,

ever-faded from the words she says,

a life suspended in her yesterdays.

Have you ever heard the lady cry,

nightly watching with a careful eye,

her drained voice cracking in her lullaby?

Can't do this anymore.

She can't do this anymore.

Enough!

This change is very confusing to me.

Can you see us?

It is our voices which sound in silence.

We are the spirit of your psyche.

We are the matter of your dreams.

If you look inside yourself,

it is us you see.

We are the wishes of your will,

the well untapped and unfulfilled.

If you look inside yourself,

it is us you see.

Let us take you home.

God around me

says that I can sing again,

a new song.

Strange messiah,

I wish you well.

Don't follow me down.

Don't follow me down there.

God around me,

tell me I can have another chance,

a different chance to sing,

and all of you here,

I just want to say farewell.

The stage light dims,

the people gone away,

nobody left onstage to play.

She's out to chase another day.

The nightly song that kept her there

flies out into the winter air.

Now it's gone and no one seems to care.

The silence is stunning.