Gentle music, rock away the sadnesses in me

The view from the uppermost windows is of a silver landscape, fields smoothed with a white sheet, and the tops of the trees touched with a shiny paintbrush. Its brighter than daylight. You could walk anywhere.

There is still something missing.

 

“Everybody else has gone

But you’re still here with me

All the world is sleeping by and by

Through the windowpane

The frosted light is streaming in

Full moon sailing high across the sky”