when this music decides there's
nothing to say
nothing but dust and dead weight
settling into the same hands
which lifted the sky
and danced with uncertainty
breathing new life into each and
every adventure
raising beer glasses and interconnected hearts
beating as one
lost in the dream of some evening

this perfectly earned patience
reward blossoming with magic
unafraid of dying
even when it's happening

the language is nothing but old lies
corrupting any chance for conversation
silence best suits this air
cold
and harmless
it's the third party
stuck in place when everyone leaves

it's all somehow trapped inside
a thousand yesterdays
so close you can relive them all
where the now is so real it's terrifying
always standing by the edge of past tense
able to fall at any point