@ safe distance...

I watch the show.

His words...
Emotion laden letters of broken timing.
Bouncing off like birds on windows,
all song and death...

The fortress is silent.
The drawbridge has been drawn.
She is cold, very cold...
The silence stands waiting for the words
she will not hear...

He stands there,
in the cold speaking words he can not say...

From atop the mountain,
At safe distance.
I see the battle.
He moves...
She moves...
Yet nothing happens?

Like the snapping of harp string,
the music dies...

And so the show goes on.