A synth is all wires, metal and acrylic.
Alone it sits upon a keyboard stand motionless.
It is plugged into a valve amplifier, all valves and solder and metal.
The synth is motionless.

And the world it lives in is silent.

The electricity dwells through the wires in the gyprock walls,
through the voltage and the conduction.
Two hundred and forty volts to be exact.
Yet it is contained within the walls. Dark and unfamiliar.

And the world it lives in is empty.

A switch is switched. The electricity is conducted.
In the blink of an eye it powers the synth and the amplifier.
The synth springs to life.
A melody filled with intervals,
ascension and harmony blasts through the amplifier,
with clarity, distorted grit and frequency.
A beautiful sound fills the air.

The synth and the electricity together at last.

And the world that the two live in together is beautiful.

JAW 29/01/11

For Marie.

Bees and wasps are timid when its cold,
but they fire up their sting as soon as the sun is gold,
human desire is no different, warmth under blankets,
and passion mounts up like a buzzing of a racket
Stings will fly as anger smashes into gyprock walls
Seduction of those lips, leave you feeling less than tall.
Feelings, regrets will soon turn into loneliness
and money is always the center of this mess,
or dark charismatic chap making you into less.