The Dangling Conversation

[00:00.93] ♫ ♪

[00:11.03] It’s a still-life

[00:14.22] Watercolor

[00:16.08] Of a now late afternoon

[00:20.07] As the sun shines through

[00:22.46] The curtain lace

[00:24.31] And shadows wash the room

[00:27.77] And we sit and

[00:30.95] Drink our coffee

[00:33.35] Couched in our indifference

[00:37.85] Like shells upon the shore

[00:40.26] You can hear the ocean roar

[00:43.43] In the dangling conversation

[00:47.42] And the superficial sighs

[00:51.67] The borders of our lives

[00:55.66] ♫

[00:58.31] And you read

[00:59.91] Your Emily Dickinson

[01:02.03] And I my Robert Frost

[01:06.01] And we note our place

[01:08.42] With bookmarkers

[01:10.53] That measure

[01:11.61] What we’ve lost

[01:14.26] Like a poem poorly written

[01:18.25] We are verses out of rhythm

[01:23.83] Couplets out of rhyme

[01:26.21] In syncopated time

[01:30.21] And the dangling conversation

[01:33.66] And the superficial sighs

[01:37.64] Are the borders of our lives

[01:41.90] ♪

[01:44.29] Yes, we speak of thing

[01:46.14] That matter

[01:47.74] With words that must be said

[01:51.44] “Can analysis be worthwhile?”

[01:55.97] “Is the theatre really dead?”

[01:59.68] And how the room

[02:02.87] Is softly faded

[02:05.27] And I only kiss your shadow

[02:09.78] I cannot feel your hand

[02:12.44] You’re a stranger now unto me

[02:15.62] Lost in the

[02:17.22] Dangling conversation

[02:19.61] And the superficial sighs

[02:23.87] In the borders of our lives

[02:28.38] ♫ ♪