Breaking the silence
A cabin by the river
A small light litted
An old man by the window
Looking forlorn
He stares at a faded picture
Holds it close to his heart
And he weeps.
Sorrows, they fill every space in his heart.
Sorrows, they fill the empty rooms.
Sorrows.
Sometimes he wanders through the woods
Loses his way
And then he remembers her
She will lead him home
As always, as before,
His never failing guiding light.
The dusk settles slowly into night
The faded photograph catches the dimming light,
He remembers every moment,
Every smile, every tear, every word.
The days seem longer
The nights ever more so.
He imagines her in the room
Dancing softly across the moonlit floor,
He follows her in her footsteps
One two one two three
The rhythm of their feet
One two one two
The rhythm of their hearts.
Shadows on the wall
Once there were two
But now there is only one.
She asked him for a song
When the nights seemed long
And he would play her a song or two
The familiar old tunes,
They could hum together.
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