Acoustical Rhythm

Thoughts of romance and Paris dare to fade drifting into oblivion, along with her warmth slowly slipping from last embers of my spark holding on to, one more alone a cappella night lost notes tap within a heart that barely beats chill has taken her place, still midnight rings it's quiet, but here the echoes chase the breeze where yesterday's cut down the flowers weep sing to me, my wonders, that familiar feeling tuned in to the unattainable, not yet forgetting I'm just another acoustical rhythm, reaching out seeking, simply a rhyme to be alive with tonight