cut short

the pen it disappeared and my ears they took its place
writing in the holes left void behind my face
fully saturated by the notes of conversation
the lyrics of the day watered growing admiration
the sand count is forgotten when the word flow recommences
and soon all ground is covered regardless of the fences
as audience i thought that my presence was desired
but the bill was paid in full so performance was required
the writing now has ended but the garden flowers on
my eyes water the seeds because the gardener is gone