The Quiet Genius

The weather seems so fresh today

And the birds are chirping

And the trees are dancing,

Yet my heart is wandering into a different territory

For the blooming of the flowers seems different

Oh what heart that blooms!

For the walls are closing in

And my breath is running short

As I gasp for air

In the wantonness of this place

I die, I die, I die in fumes!

Write me a letter

And I shall close the casket;

Oh the quiet genius...

She is quite the spellbound freak

With a thousand books in the air

And her body lying on the ground

Oh what mind wanders this much

In the middle of the day?

I miss my quiet lover,

For my quiet lover is dead

Oh it seems so much to endure

I cannot break my own heart, or can I?

A thousand books have so much to tell

Oh kill me dear bardess...

Kill me with your satisfying lies

And tell me, is it worth dying?

For my quiet space has been invaded

And fallen is the security of others

As I begin to write my story

Do birds lie down in the wilderness

Or do they just fly?

I guess we will never know

In the midst of filming

And roses sound like bells in the aftermath

Oh where does my dying heart bleed now, quiet genius?

Does it bleed over yonder way

Where the hills speculate my departure?

For I've always wanted to know my endearing

On this earth that is abroad.