She comes to me in silent dreams
When there’s nothing to say
She comes to me in whispers
That take my breath away
She comes to me with questions
Whose answers break my heart
She comes to me with nothing
That she makes a work of art
I hear her in the silence
I see her in the dark
I feel her in the beating of my heart
She comes to me in memories
As brittle as old bone
She comes to me with loneliness
That won’t leave me alone
Words & Music by Mike Power 