Play it while reading. Or after. It’s worth it anyway…
Pitter patter on the street,
Raindrops on a violin
Falling like notes on a sheet,
Long after the last complin,
Night has come, full of mystique
One might fear or one might seek,
Its dark mantle fit for kings
Hath fallen and giveth wings
To ideas and thoughts most wild
That grow in adult and child
Don’t you want to dream again?
If only to relieve th’pain?
A little unfinished something (voluntarily for once) that I wanted to share. Might come back to rework on it later; I feel it needs to be longer, more like the length of a full song.