I breathed in the double bass
I was rocked to sleep by the deep melodic sounds of history.
Because that’s what we were
A historic voice
Seeping through the very veins that inspired me
Dancing on a string I crept towards an empty door
Hoping for
Longing for that deeper voice
How hollow a sound must sing to me?
How low a voice must whisper?
How deep a wound must melt
But skipping lightly to the sound of a childhood
I wept hard to the laughter of adolescence
And looked to the sky with joy
Smiles stretching from ear to ear
Or rather cheek to cheek
Searching for the best way to explain
It wasn’t all pain
My father tuned the knobs with precision
He twisted each one
He listened to each string
Tick tock tick tock
I was jealous of a piece of wood
Welded together over hundreds of years
Protect this he said
Handing over the keys
I tip toed inside
Take a knee back
I longed to kick in the very object that I couldn’t stand
The very object that made beautiful melodies
And sunsets worth of notes
The very sound that put me short of time
Stole away hours
Days
Evenings
I move closer
Running my hand over ancient grains
Turning inside
I feel myself wish
Why couldn’t you play me like this?
I would have been your greatest performance of all
Applause wept through my hands
Dripping on to the darkest of floors
As I softly shut the door
And head home.

she can swallow knives.
and every lie she made in her life.
every scam she's played...to get her way.
all the mistakes she's claimed, day after day.
she can choke on her words, that she'll never get to say.
the words that would say sorry, for the game she's played.
i hope she know's that i knew the truth.
i only kept quiet to stay away from you.
to stay away from someone's face.
that would cry if i told her place.
if i let her know what was really going on.
i can't do that now, that's why i write this song.
to let you know i'm better now.
you'r evil ways never brought me down.
now you'r gone with regret.
and i'm happy not to ever see you again.
so here it is.
our last goodbye.
she can swallow knives, and continue to swallow lives.

“let sleeping dogs lie,”
i said
as the ground turned sideways
topsy turvy
we made gravity our enemy

in our witless haste
drug driven day crusades
we became empty giants
standing on man’s shoulders
hoping to hold the sun

“dream your waking daylight,”
you said
as the sky shook itself
upside down
we made time our enemy

in your desperate rush
forgotten frail figureheads
i became fickle Midas
falling with the rising
daring to gild the moon

“our pretty eyes are lies”
we said
as the world fell apart
fault lines
we made entropy our enemy

Mindful..."Be mindful," the wind called. As the brackish water beckoned,
Inviting the small child over. "Come. Feel the sand. Stand in my tide."
"Release your being and fuse with me," the salty sea crooned.
It can heal your wounds, and be your friend surely, for its coastline was vast.
All called No. for the waves will inhale till only your footprints remain.
Missing.

A young child is lost, with only the wind calling her name,
where are you child?
and where was your sense, when I told you no, stay back by the fence,
Knee-high in liquid feelings, a body full of salted waters,
entering the open ocean with your arms wrapped round your chest, and your eyes...

Your eyes so sad, that saltwater swells
and matches volume with your cries.