Who Turned Off The Music?
I don't think they will sing to me, when their lutes are silent and gathering dust in the corner of the room. The party that was left behind the wall is silent as well. There was stillness unnervingly dipped down below the sound levels of hearing. Evening is now become self aware of it's being. So it arches its back like a cat over the sky, only to shrink back pulling the dark sheet of night behind it's blanket. Our feet dip down from the rock to become muddy as the earth tries to swallow you up. It does eventually swallow humans whole at some point. But not now. LET THE MUSIC PLAY ON I call out to the empty harbour so still like lost lutes. Weave notes into the wind. Have it all carry a tune over to you where you lay in silence, with your ears' mouths so hungry for music you can't hear. I want to bring it all to you if I can find it, and find a way to do so. Here, I will carry it over to you. Sound cupped in my hands like a chalice for you to ship from.