nocturne

Everything is a ghost these days
When the LCD display says
It's the witching hour again
And the sun is not quite ready to get up
I feel your phantom arms creep
Across the summer
Dead like winter
Dragging me back to autumn
When night was taken for granted
And I slept in the light hours
Like the vampire I am
Drinking up your love
I still hear the songs you play
Chopin and Lizst and Mozart
The nights grew longer
And your days grew shorter
Spring came around again
To rain at sunset
To grass growing on your grave