She met him in the shade
between the bottle and the spade.
It was the hottest time of day
(or so he tells it).
But in the chords he played
she heard a certain kind of fear,
built of dreams born from ceasing silence.

And so they walked down to the sand
where she could finally see his hands,
and in the lines she saw the mirror of her story.
“I’ll stay with you for now,
And together we’ll learn how
to make the sky bend,
bring the East Wind,
and call our dragons down.”

He’ll play till dawn breaks,
till she takes flight.
And he’ll go where waves break-
cold hands keeping time.
And she’ll sing till voice fades,
till sleep claims sight.
And she’ll hear her heart break-
cold hands keeping time.

As time will have its way,
she found her reasons to remain,
convinced that clay is softest
just before it takes form.
They went from town to town
catching pennies on the ground,
thrown form those who know
the sound of we who wander.

Until his fingers bleed,
he’ll recall how she seemed
to wear the smile when
sunlight willing receives the thunder.
She held him tight and fast,
until the time had come at last,
and then the wind changed,
spoke her true name,
and called her to the West.


He’ll play till dawn breaks,
till she takes flight.
And he’ll go where waves break-
cold hands keeping time.
And she’ll sing till voice fades,
till sleep claims sight.
And she’ll hear her heart break-
cold hands keeping time.


Look at the sky-
you say it’s beautiful.
Look at your hands,
I’d say it’s time to go.
With two pints and a hat,
you confess your soul.
Some truths are made of stone
that only blind bats know.


He’ll play till dawn breaks,
till she takes flight.
And he’ll go where waves break-
cold hands keeping time.
And she’ll sing till voice fades,
till sleep claims sight.
And she’ll hear her heart break-
cold hands keeping time.