We seek inspiration
from the inspired
forming a dance in our heads
to the music sung of passion
we do not possess
Some gift given - sweet as dust
dangerous as rust
to blood
as your artist twists,
a hand reaching - fingers pointed
The music dips
and the lights go out.

No One knows
who More is
but none will ask WHY
WHY is a Thing in a tree
in a lake
And only No One knows why
WHY is this way
But More is not in a tree in a lake
or a question
or an amount
More is a Gate set in Stone,
No One could tell you,
by a Grave unmarked and UNknown

The graveyard Closed
some night ago - some time ago
and Left SomeOne Behind
The Things who Fled
to Soot-Covered beds
would Know who More is
and why SomeOne asked for Her
More is a Beast
and a Sigh
but who she is, No One knows,
and most are too Scared
to ask WHY

The Graveyard Closed some night
some time ago
SomeOne was Left - Behind
There is a knock upon the Door
SomeOne is let Inside
Inside - the house
it's quiet, warm
then Ice creeps across the floor
SomeOne is in the House
SomeOne who will ask for More

The graveyard has been Closed
The dirt replaced with Soot
The gate Locked up - Shut Tight
the Things
that were not here before
have Gone without a fight
They Left some night
some time ago
SomeOne was left Behind.

The graveyard is Overturned
the gate left unLocked
the dirt is disturbed
They are disturbed - those Things
that live in death.
The grass at the church is dead - in spring
when new shoots should rise
something is about to be revealed
something not meant
for our Eyes

You never want to listen to how I feel;
You only want to give me reasons
why I should not.
Someday, I will stop trying to tell you
and Someday, you will look up
and wonder at my silence
but I will be gone.