The Shadow of Her Voice

When the trees break the dawn in despair
And your departure took the evening flair
Reflections on the water dance in harmony
And the sun and the wind dip in my memory

The morning casts a shadow familiar to the eyes
Fighting a desire till the advent of fireflies
They ignite an ardor that burns the skin
And the man behind the shadow wonders where he's been

The piano plays some freaking jazzy tunes
With no one to sing or hum the blues
Take refuge in her voice until the morning sun
And the daybreak announces dreams undone

Petals float the surface of the pond
Pages of a songbook pass Blonde on Blonde
A breeze starts a green and brown ballet debut
And the pages stop at These Foolish Things Remind Me of You

Now all has come to a halt
And the vicarious trip is still untold
No one will come close to this
Except the voice, the shadow and some other bliss