I came alive by night

brought the night to life,

music bled through every pore

a career of sound in black and white

black and white the piano keys,

and when the light came calling me

summoned again to stoke the fire in my veins

I played and prayed for the passing of time

its metre was my game. 

 

And now i've served that clarion call

I miss the calling not at all

released from service a haemorrhage

stopped, while other's reach whose need is great

echoes of my own lost fate. 

But music is a noble art

and those who serve it blessed.

The roundabout is stark and still

the horses stare in frozen time;

I touch the heads that see me not

nor hear the one whom time forgot.