The loneliness of unchosen solitude
Concrete where once there was meadow
Only my time can I explain and even that
Is by no means certain in the storytelling
My mother called her time alone contentment
After a hard, physically tough, and demanding life
I hear the wind through the grasses
I am certain of the leaves falling from their trees
You ask me if I am ok on my own all day
I wonder, for it is all I can, how then will it be for you
Shadows on the paper, finest of sun scrambled hair. Nevertheless echoes on the vision, snowflakes on the screen beware. Shadows on the portrait, finest touch ever seen. Nevertheless echoes on the sound, ragamuffins on the green.
Nowhere else to go, no movement ahead or behind. Nevertheless in our mind travel is untroubled, don't you find. Nowhere to settle, no stillness, no rest, no firmament in the fiction. Nevertheless all of this without a sign of outward contradiction.
Nowhere for expression, no outlet, no physical demonstration to see. Nevertheless we could do it if we wanted, couldn't we, couldn't we. Nowhere else to go, no movement above or below. Nevertheless we are here and always and forever or so.
Half in many, half in few
Halfway sent the soldiers knew
We'll talk of lies, we'll talk of truth
We'll walk all over our unheard youth
Half in danger, half in doubt
Halfway arms they held them out
We’ll talk of liberty, we'll talk of honour
We'll walk all over the fallen Madonna
Half in stillness, half in style
Halfway art on murder mile
We'll talk of society, we'll talk of class
We'll walk all over the wayward lass
Half in brother, half in son
Halfway death for everyone
We'll talk of poverty, we'll talk of creed
We'll walk all over those who do not read
Half in justice, half in retribution
Halfway rumours court confusion
We'll talk of courage, we'll talk of pride
We'll walk all over should you deride
Half in peace, half in reconciliation
Halfway long walk from alienation
We'll talk of culture, we'll talk of history
We'll walk all over now where's the mystery
We'll half talk of strength
We'll half talk of power
We'll walk halfway
All over you cometh the hour
We'll talk of lies, we'll talk of truth
We'll walk all over our unheard youth
Well talk of liberty, we'll talk of honour
We'll walk all over the fallen Madonna
We'll talk of society, we'll talk of class
We'll walk all over the wayward lass
We'll talk of poverty, we'll talk of creed
We'll walk all over those who do not read
We'll talk of courage, we'll talk of pride
We'll walk all over should you deride
We'll talk of culture, we'll talk of history
We'll walk all over now where's the mystery
We'll talk of strength, we'll talk of power
We'll walk all over you, come the hour
With a splash of water from Dmitri's hand
The last curled-up double leap ended
The audience even after the last curtain call
Could not do else but ask for more
And you tell me that sentimentality carries a cloud
To remember not to cast my memories on to others
Those who have their own memories to carry
Their own past lives to dress and to undress
I am leaving you now, for a while at least
To forage my own landscapes, in my skyline beauty
Not in past streams and becks but in the new rivers
Which run down mountains not yet visited
Oddly I do this whilst Satie plays his Gymnopédies
I picture the pumice stone you spoke of
Did you expect this
Did you predict this
The tap drips, you know nothing of this
Dust inside your casket, you cannot see the ripple
Or hear the resonant cadence, though you sit
Sit beside me, on this October morning
