Johnny Viola

If you could ring the sky like a bell,

Even such a sound would never suffice.

If you could bang the world like a drum, it would only

show

It was hollow inside

And your love, it slips behind a little cloud, and your

eyes are veiled–

Is there a medical term for a heart that's been removed?

If you could wring the hours and the days

of all their/your life, I think you would find

that the lovely faces crash like a wave

upon a shore so frozen and white

and as love, it slips behind that little cloud,

the snow is like a feathery down,

when your heart has been removed

And as love departs your life, like silvery birds that

leave the coast,

your eyes are as wild and lifeless as the moon