Some little water music

My dreams destroy me.
They're all invited.
I cannot rest,
I trap my happiness
in this deafning music.
Abandon me...

Hung atop the cliff
of my insanity,
hung only by a thread
of useless wishes.

Turn the volume down.

They dance frenetically
to the maniacal sound
of the crashing of waves,
while these hopes scatter and crash
onto a small empty port.

Why do you insist on playing that music?

This party will soon end,
every guest will go,
piercing the cold,
into the night of the horizon.

The cliff recieves another ship.
And, as the sound fades,
The deafning crashing of waves persist.

And I close my eyes
and remember of summers I left behind.
And, as I ignore my mistakes
I cut the thread.