lay with me
until we sink into oblivion.
let us become here
but also not -
a pretense, a past tense,
a shattering of the space-time continuum.

you feel like the light coming through,
sunshine and everything else,
or anything but.

a question -
what if
the most beautiful sound ever made
was never heard.

imagine the ache in every note
in every piano
in every universe.
a void that listens best
to the sound of clocks ticking.
be still
and you may hear it too.