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And things that go bump in the night
May the good Lord deliver us!
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Listening to the colours of the radio at nightSunday night. Quiet reigns.
The dawn of dusk arrives
As night gently breaks the hold of the day
Windows tightly shut against rain, wind
And the fading blue ambulance sirens.
It is quiet outside - and in.
Deep ink black silence cocoons. Protects. Deadens.
And in the vacuum, allows in the monsters.
Bring back the noise and color of life. What is to be?
Perhaps Miles will croon a green and golden sax solo to my forest trailer,
Perhaps Ella will vocalese to a feature film of dusty mahogany backrooms.
Slipping into the night, I escape and dream of light.As a musical bonus, here is a link to Jan Gabarek playing live in Hamburg: Jan Gabarek GroupYvonne Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to Facebook