1. From A Dusty Bookshelf. 2. All That Great Heart Lying Still. The nightingale is still locked in the cage. The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs. An old oak sheltering me from the blue. Sun bathing on its dead frozen leaves. A catnap in the ghost town of my heart. She dreams of storytime and the river ghosts. Of mermaids of Whitman's and the Ride. Raving harlequins gigantic toys. A song of me a song in need. Of a courageous symphony. A verse of me a verse in need. Of a pure-heart singing me to peace. All that great heart lying still and slowly dying. All that great heart lying still on an angelwing. All that great heart lying still. In silent suffering. Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end. What is left for encore. Is the same old Dead Boy's song. Sung in silence. All that great heart lying still and slowly dying. All that great heart lying still on an angelwing. A midnight flight into Covington Woods. A princess and a panther by my side. These are Territories I live for. I?d still give my everything to love you more. . A silent symphony. A hollow opus #123. Sometimes the sky is piano black. Piano black over cleansing waters. Resting pipes verse of bore. Rusting keys without a door. Sometimes the within is piano black. Piano black over cleansing waters. All that great heart lying still and slowly dying. All that great heart lying still on an angelwing