And the stars fall
And the sparrow cries and a robin dies.
Days are stretched into another land,
through a theme on the face that strikes at 5.03
Swirling, twirling, blasting their way into this now
And it’s now at ease, as they greet the trees
and bring me to my knees,
blessing the moment with their musical rhyme.
Falling, changing, shifting, slowly speeding, all in time,
disappearing into apparent light on white,
revealing the secrets of nothing
Picking out pathways with its eerie dusky vib
the last to go at the end of this electric show
Oh what a beautiful show
You delightful dangerously delicate never ending snow
The first and last to go at the end of this……electric……show