As I sit here alone by the windowsill
the fluffy white clouds are perfectly still
As I sit here alone by the windowsill
the birds on my fence are standing still
As I sit here alone by the windowsill
the sun to the west of me is hanging still
As I sit here alone by the windowsill
the leaves on the maple tree are holding still
As I sit here alone by the windowsill
my rambling thoughts are becoming still
As I sit here alone by the windowsill
my heavy breathing is becoming still
As I sit here alone by the windowsill
the beating of my heart is becoming still
As I sit here alone by the windowsill
I am, if only for a moment, still