…To Me

There’s caffeine and nicotine 
Smothered, death-speed despair
A hole in the people’s head
The violinist left his chair

Silence is often a killer
As shared, we know that hell
Together we tumble down
But spark a candle in the well

Through underbrush and air raids
The travelogue we’ve felt
Even after sprouting scars
The hurting cools and melts

A deeper piece of passion
An ivory dream in flight
In a world that’s full of wrong
You embody all that’s right