It's quiet around here, my heart is beating slowly
Life is slow and methodic.
This beauty is slow, too.
Everything around me is heavy, a sad piano - I walk with the same feet
but with difficulty.
I point to the sky and see the harmonica sized sparrows
unfazed by this sadness.
The blues are a sense of relief, but still too bright
The greens give me life, but life is sometimes
I feel my heart - she's still there,
I am still here.
Let me forget.