Empty Pages
Empty pages
Staring back at me
Leaves in the wind
Catching the breeze
Frozen: a moment in time
Never wanting to forget
The energy spent
An ancient lament
Give me ink
What’s that - And how
They don’t know - You don’t see
Always wrong - Always right
Never show - Never know
Weakness - Weakness
Fear - Dare
Never shed
The Link
Waiting, waiting, contemplating
Wasted time is so frustrating
Look as though you’re concentrating
Pretend to work, avoid a slating
Code compiling, line by line
Meanwhile, you’re just passing time
Piles of paper gathering dust
No, there’s nothing.
Empty vessels, trussed in wordless ropes
Busted, untrusted, rusting relics
Broken jugs where once clichéd terms
Might have been stored
Might have poured upon
Mark Kelly’s Marathon
In Marillion circles, "Mark Kelly's Solo Album" had almost become the Five Spice of musical projects – mentioned a few times, yet left languishing at the