Silence

There's the man behind the bar Spending a note On a drink to fuel the night Living the dream Til dawn comes and burns it away These streets he roams on his own Humming a song Short of rhymes and straight to the point Amidst the noise Of the city he thinks about home Cold days Knee-deep in snow Silence Deep overtones Silence Skies of grey slide further east A call for retreat Behind doors and walls of concrete Spending his time In absent presence he turns to the past Spring time A bed made of grass Silence A moon on the rise Silence