Hope Tense

Let the musical genius play foul.

Let the drumbeats run cacophonous.

Let the sunshine lighten the wrong room.

Let the missed call come from important someone.

Because hope is the only dope,
because ray is the only say
to lights bright at the end of the rainy day.

When the florist runs out of bouquets but it's her birthday
and the chocolate basket don't seem sweet enough
Maybe the days and minutes are clocked by the hour
But still, keep at it until the watch keeps ticking.

Because the ticktock at the night
is the only show of might
that you can show to the person on the mirror wall.

We will still shine bright
Forget diamonds, still be crazy
For the moments that are still our servants
and we will continue to enslave them to give us joy.

Let the joy be living in its own talent.

Let the spirit be alive tearing the brollies off.

Let the early morning jog run amok in the dew.

Let the fist be strong even when if the smiles are few.

Showstopper

You have been moving slow.
On an eternal afterglow.

Innocence couldn't define
what assurance couldn't refine
from hearsay or grapevine
the reality of the ravine.

The beauty of the fall colors
is proven by the barren browns of
the winter snow.
The purity of the soul may thus
be measured by the lives
one touched in the show.

The show must have gone on, but how
The glamour could have faded in time, not now
Now was too early, too early to be previous
too soft, too tender to be serious.

O, but we tried to be calm.
In the storm, we used the palm
to cover the forehead so it wouldn't warm up the body
Only, if only, could we sing some of the Bohemian Rhapsody.