Did the rain stop?
Or was it just my imagination
A sight lost in translation
A mirror fading in and out of reality
The air is blurred with glassy ripples
And there's nothing like the view from the steeple
Orbs of light float in the fading mist
Crystal bright in the rainy night

Yesterday the door to the garden broke
The metal handle is knocked slightly off center
Like two teeth slightly overlapping each other
The plants sleep in the gentle rain
And the stone walls sit quiet in the breeze

Inside the voice inside of the air
A music box tinkles slowly
And you can feel it when you breathe in some of the rainy air
Standing in the lamplight in the quiet night