#empty is

This is not a Jazz tune that my friend requests.. but it's quite a poetic and special album that i would like to dedicate... you know who i am talking to,

Empty is the sky before the sun wakes up the morning. The eyes of animals in cages. The faces of women mourning when everything has been taken From them. Me? Don’t ask me about empty. Empty is a string of dirty days held together by some rain and the cold wind drumming at the trees again. Empty is the color of the fields along about September when the days go marching in a line toward November Empty is the hour before sleep kills you every night then pushes you to safety away from every kind of light. Empty is me. Empty is me. -Rod Mckuen, "In Someone's Shadow"