We steep ourselves
in jagged silhouettes
of your piano intro.  
Bathe in dusty memories
like sepia-toned snapshots.

We will hear you
until we, too
are too sore for sound.
We shiver through
flickering silence

Far less.

Lost like a static low.
Where affinity breaks down,
freeze crowds against
our feeble fish-bowl walls.  

We can’t tell cold
from native skin

Braking black-and-white
festers at our feet.
Extremities unknown.

Confident,
we wander.