What is the melody, where is the song?
Searching through the jukebox, searching through this collection of records… Was the song simply another stolen memory?

Poetic metaphors about confusion and love abound…simply hidden confessions…
Empty roads, trains running across bridges and the lucky old sun.
Couples walking and slowly diverging into separate paths… One leading towards a lake the other towards a city.

Poetic metaphors expressed in a melody accompanied by a lone piano…
Tears, years and fears all wrapped up into a broken clock…
Yet the questions remain…

Prayers expressed over and over again.
Sometimes feeling like a dog barking or a car alarm going off… Ignored until they slowly goe away.

Lost dreams, embraces and times of our lives, each placed in a time capsule and buried six feet below the ground.

What is the melody, where is the song?
Searching through the jukebox, searching through this collection of records… Was the song simply another stolen memory?

A poet’s life… We can’t see life in black and white, so many shades and hues screaming out towards us. Another metaphor another hidden confession.