I close my door, dim the lights and light a candle--I sit in this chair and wait for what comes. Never at a loss for words, I have nothing to say--I am my mother's orphaned child. I gather my million moments of joy and put them in a book, I anticipate church bells but hear the alarm.
I know time passes when I'm not looking. Goodbyes to friends, memories of a lover's kiss, and a little boy's tender hands.
Somewhere there's music, how faint the tune, somewhere there's heaven... how high the moon.