At a café, a girl is writing something down. She has one shoe off. I don't know why but that makes me very curious to know what she's writing about.

A butterfly Stumbles in the air Like a drunken man Towards Heaven.

The crackling of a vinyl record Reminds me that Silence too gets old.

Music lingers around us Hiding in silence Waiting for someone To turn on a radio.

The tiny flame At the tip of a candle Wobbles & I wonder If there's anything I can do To help.