Strangers inside the lyrics
Finest songs haunt.
Lines that get
hummed, new contexts.
They pop up, unwinding threads,
on long nights
of the misted
windows, in the moon-lit valleys
washed
in the icy rain, seen from a train.
Fragments of the heard lyrics
float up,
sudden and quiet, a silent shadow
detached
from the cold gloom;
the tunes echo across the
dusty
labyrinths
of a tired mind, the words
unlock, the
doors open
upon
days long gone by, revealing
a total
stranger looking back at you
with total surprise!
Lines that get
hummed, new contexts.
They pop up, unwinding threads,
on long nights
of the misted
windows, in the moon-lit valleys
washed
in the icy rain, seen from a train.
Fragments of the heard lyrics
float up,
sudden and quiet, a silent shadow
detached
from the cold gloom;
the tunes echo across the
dusty
labyrinths
of a tired mind, the words
unlock, the
doors open
upon
days long gone by, revealing
a total
stranger looking back at you
with total surprise!