Trembling Blue Stars - A Spell Of Songs

Crying along to a story
A language she didn't understand
Everyone threw him away
She took his hand

Songs of
Love and blood
And prison
Always prison

An accordion
He cradled
Handbells on a table
Music's gift
A path out of loneliness
And a measure of comfort

Estranged from
His mothertown
Everything changed when the wall came down

A small apartment of possessions
Passageways for navigation
Coffee grinders, sowing machines
Radios and biscuit tins

Flowers for his birthday
Tears for his songs
Everyone threw him away
Everyone was wrong

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