Thoughts are dancing, but I hear no song.
Thoughts are dancing, like timid shadows on a wall.
Twisting and twirling like fallen leaves and random street litter,
drifting along at the mercy of a dust devil.
dear Melancholy, don't sing me your verse,
nor your bittersweet melody or even a word.
Sit with me in quiet and in stillness we'll find
that everthing fades, if given the time...
Thoughts are dancing like children in the rain,
splashing in puddles, weightless and gay.
While eager parents under rooftops await,
heavenly showers to wash the sins of yesterday.
Thoughts are dancing, no matter how hard I try.
I'm calm on the surface, but unraveling inside.
With discordant symphony and uncomfortable rhythm,
with ne'er any rhymne and even less reason.
Thoughts are dancing, will evening give way?
Thoughts are dancing, but the sorrow remains...