4 (musical)

Do you see what I see?
A broken man of two
I think too much to write it all, so
No words of wisdom for me
to read from my
fingertips'
silence.
With no music, does happiness dance?
or does it fade like a love letter,
never touched again.
Without light a life is straight,
no crooked shadows to shape the lies,
only truth
in the night.