Sinatra Cabernet

He sang to me in silence

Behind closed doors and blind

His words spoke smoke of glass

Broken numb against my mind

Fallen deaf unto the pass, I called

And beneath betrothed in kind

My throat lump cries too heavy now

And woeful are these times.

Sorrow now, as sorrow heaves

True sorrow grieves—

He sang to me in silence.

Behind closed doors and blind.