Movements of solitude,
fill corridors of old.
Those forgotten harmonies,
memories you sold.
Cry tears of self-pity.
Live in shadows of remorse.
Those questions and answers,
such tones of discourse.
So write a new tune,
of infinite hope.
Sing a fresh song,
so with life you can cope.
**this poem was started (the first two lines only)in 1990, the same time as Kings. At that time I wasn't sure how the poem was going to go. In 1992, upon finding the first two lines written to the side on the original of Kings I finished it, on a totally different vein. So that is the reason behind the similarities of Movements and Kings .