On
as a radio
playing soft
and sweet
I danced to the notes
hanging on the door
until the song
stopped

He turned
Off
as a light switch
in the dark
not even a shadow
for a friend
blackness engulfing him

He turned
On
with a blast
as electric beater
scattering the batter
up the sides
and over
sticking to the cabinets
and counters

He turned
Off
the side of the road
dropped to the ground
and rolled

He turned
On
as merry-go-round
I, rode the horse
holding tightly the pole
sliding up
and down
without letting go