A Hollow Tree

4-08-07

"Hiding in a hollow tree

(you'll find me.)"

There's a mystery running through my veins,

a fading lyric I can never escape.

There's a pen and mind that draw me

into a web of tears and sunlight

where the melodies are slightly off key.

And you can call me a psycho.

You can write songs about stalkers like me.

But I'm just like you my queen,

waiting for the rain to meet its end.

Thousands of poets across the face of time

have cast forth their word and breath.

And thousands of artists have released their songs

to feed the starving masses.

And you may call me another fan,

a blurred face among the crowd,

but I hear you when you sing the stories

that thread through your every note.

And you can call me a psycho,

you can write songs about stalkers like me.

But I'm just like you my queen,

wondering where the stars have gone.

The words have been drained from these fingers.

Deep words I long to give you.

And I can't speak

I need to hear you

again.

Though I stand gazing from the parking lot,

not even worthy enough to stand on the sidelines,

I honor you,

my breath and inspiration,

l'Amy.

(The last line is Frenglish, French and English. It means, the Amy. Props to you if you can work this one out.)