My Own Stage

I'm building a stage from lost thoughts and goodbyes... Each section another piece that tumbles down and slides... The lights are dim and the curtains are transparent... There are echoes of laughter and whispers that blend so different... I stand alone to an audience of faded mistakes that never blink... All the while I stretch my eyes up and over to a distant smile who winks... I scream the words thank you without ever making a sound... And our souls make love across a world where dreams are never bound...