Silence: A Note Worth Speaking

For  therizinosaurphase

In my tears I’ve wept before you, to stand behind you now is all forth coming, never ending wistful joy.
In the darkest corner of my room I write you melodies of such sweet passion, in such a time of year.
In the evergreen pine tree that sparkles with glee. It sits in its pedestal like a massive child’s toy.
In every bauble, in every single tinkle of tinsel I see your face, every time I see a tear.

But I won’t this year, this music makes me stronger.
But whenever I try to play the music your voice I hear yonder.
Bearing the thought of another year alone,
Beating myself up beside the telephone.

When the season comes this time around I will not fret, when I touch a snowflake, it will make me see.
When you’re sitting up there on your cloud floating in the sky, you still think of me.
Where I stand I glisten at the winter white wonderland you’ve given to me, the children as happy to be.
When they chuck a ball of snow to and fro, it makes me realise, I am never really alone.

Rendering a tune from the plastic stained boards, I call keys; the house is filled with happiness and glee.
Right up the boarder-line from my onslaught of passing insanity.
Right in my heart I think of what you’ve given me.
Rendering a song from the ancient linguistics I learnt in school.
Right here in my heart. I have always just been a fool.

It’s not time for Scrooge, or to be down. It’s a time to turn my frown upside-down.

Although the world is topsy tervy and the news is always bleak and grim.
I am just happy with a cup of coffee, and the thought of the long lie in