Mirror, Mirror, About To Fall
I wave my left hand,
I'm left-handed, you know.
And, as if it was planned,
The person copies, hand moving to and fro.
I raise the other, mimicking a puppeteer,
Guiding unseen figures across the stages of happiness and fear,
And as my hand's characters exit from here,
I watch my doppelganger's slip away, practically disappear.
I rise from my seat, for the day is done,
I realize there is no more I can do for him,
In the landscape of life, for him, there is no more sun.
As he escapes my sight, I am left with naught but a hymn.
It is a long song, a sweet melody played around the world.
I call it "Requiem for a lost one, Part one",
Sadly, there never shall be a part two, for its creator was hurled,
Into the inky abyss, never to return, never again to see the sun.
Yet again, the sounds of silence need no successor.
I'm left-handed, you know.
And, as if it was planned,
The person copies, hand moving to and fro.
I raise the other, mimicking a puppeteer,
Guiding unseen figures across the stages of happiness and fear,
And as my hand's characters exit from here,
I watch my doppelganger's slip away, practically disappear.
I rise from my seat, for the day is done,
I realize there is no more I can do for him,
In the landscape of life, for him, there is no more sun.
As he escapes my sight, I am left with naught but a hymn.
It is a long song, a sweet melody played around the world.
I call it "Requiem for a lost one, Part one",
Sadly, there never shall be a part two, for its creator was hurled,
Into the inky abyss, never to return, never again to see the sun.
Yet again, the sounds of silence need no successor.