oh well well

i do hear it

the faint knock

on windows so sunlit

like lightest of whispers

roaming in alleys

of magic and love

that take me to valleys

of fascinations

across the nations

of coldness

painting the borders

of conflict and war

ever so far...

slowly i trace

the drunken taste

of deep wilderness

as i let myself fall

to the alluring call

of the faint knock

like softest of feathers

making it through

the test of weathers

and kissing my lips

to rob me of sanity

that i never had

in the first place

'cause i've had letters

adorned with lace

at my doorstep

every spring

which would make me

dance and sing

into a chaos of madness

oh what a mess

what a mess

does it make

the faint knock

like the sweetest

tick-tock, tick-tock

of a little clock

that so urges me

to wait for spring

and the echoin' ring

of sparklin' windchime

hanging by my door

oh how it pushes me

to escape the test of time

and follow my heart

into the world of art

where resides the cause

of ringing applause

whose center of attention

i cannot mention

for it is that same old

faintest of knocks

that pulls the strings

of my wanderin' soul

into a web of magic

and makes me yearn

for the lovely letters

whose italic script

i can't forget

ever in forever

oh darling

what do you say?

should i tell them too?

that the cause of this

faintest of knocks

is none other than you

or should i keep silent?

for it is the silence

that lets me embrace

the soft trace

of the faint knock

that tells me tales

of midway love

sealed with letters

that mark my peace

and try to nourish

every broken piece

scattered in my heart

like a masterpiece of art

or a pretty sculpure

of old architecture

that adorns the

horizon 'n' city outline

well that's more than fine

for how it outshines

these messy lines

painted on my palm

that define my fate

but i stay so calm

'cause you know

it's never too late

to shut down reality

and turn back to

the faint knock

like the light 'plop'

of a crystal waterdrop

because after all

who ignores the call

of sheer affection

in the reflection

newly found

in the form of sound

for i love this lock

of your fondness

that resonates like

the faint knock