It came with a passing breeze.
A snap, crackle- & sensual buzz.
The old man upstairs thought it as God,
Yelling to the sky, from his balcony.

The power's out now,
And everyone in the neighborhood was outside.
It was cold,
But warm enough to know that this could happen.

Life could one day be without an electrical spark,
Or just reserved, for the wealthy.

The minutes envelope into hours.
The end of the world wouldn't be so bad if people,
Actually sat down and listened to mother nature,
Hum her gifted tunes.

Maybe its just me.

Or maybe that old man was right.

Either way, the power's out.