Echoes

My head is empty tonight
The little songs that bubble from my heart
And spill from my fingertips are gone
There is only silence where
My dreams used to waft in misty shades
Of what if and why not
I miss them, the silence leaves me hollow
I echo with the sounds of dead songs
And their dying whispers are soon lost.
My head is empty tonight
My heart, my heart,
My heart can’t even weep