Autumn - The Mute (Inhale)

Don't speak.
Not a word.
I won't listen.
Please, be the wiser here,
play the mute and my fortune be yours.
Give it some hours,
let time tick some some of this away.
Say what you will once the dust has settled
and the first morning light has taken me away.

Say what you will, but i can't listen.
Consider sides not yours, not mine.
Now is not the time.
I know you know your way with words,
but now is not the time.

Don't say
I've lost my place
and I am no longer missed.
Please, be the wiser here,
play the mute and my fortune be yours.
Home being where the heart is,
my journey is without an end.
All it takes is a word
when all I need is silence.

I'll make no wish of the need,
I have nothing more to say.
I make no excuses.
Please excuse me,
I must be on my way.