Moonlight on the twisted road,
And on the waters.
He moves through silence.
A phantom, a negative image,
A whisperer of dreams, empty space.
This life,
His life
Is repetition.
The same sad notes and hopeful crescendo
Echo in the melancholy halls
Of memory.
He hurtles through darkness.
A once-dreamer, a lost love,
A mother's promise.
The darkness makes us all the same,
The darkness breaks us all the same.
What part of him has been shattered tonight?
Can it be restored?
Can he be
Restored?
Moonlight on the crumpled smile,
And on his eyes.
He glances at heaven,
And sees his tears suspended in the sky.
He bears the largest burden of them all,
especially heavy tonight.
Stars fall from his galaxy eyes
And twinkle on the pavement.
A master storyteller, child,
And weaver of melody,
He plays his last chords
Tonight.