The chords leave me in a quiet state of rapture 

Its like im floating on a cloud 

maybe i am

reasons revolve and there is the moon 

the bookshelfs and all that parted 

Everything played and unplayed

i feel all the subtle references 

mezmerizing , strange, mindblowing

but who knows?

Will universe place another heart in you 

the man on the street is hurting to

or would you like to have mine

ill b ok

ill b just fine 

evocation of lost time and passage of youth 

as long as there is truth.