Masquerade I walk in slowly, shyly, solely, lost and shaking. Crystal beams of light shine on the floor and everyone is dancing. From a distance I hear a pianists’ soul speaking, and his keys, they need tuning, There are masked eyes all looking, frowning, spinning, to the music speaking. Formal gowns were blowing, my eyes were showing, the uncertainty was glowing. I was looking, waiting, pushing, my way to someone I felt I should be reaching. The song that he was playing, started slowing, the masque shattered into mirrors, without anyone knowing, and shards of strangers laughing, didn’t care where they were going. Running away under the night sky, my feathers tearing, floating, clouds snowing, my eyes flooding, all around me stars were falling. I began understanding, the song that I’m demanding, the beauty in expanding, to whom these stars I’m handing. I look out of a snow globe where everyone is faking, that someone keeps on shaking, the plot that I was making, a picture I was taking, of the shards of glass I found you raking.
