As of yet Alive

There was no music before
And there will be none after

But lightning struck so close
Its burn and smell rip the scalp
Palms ache, a gush of adrenaline
The split second between blood tooth rage
And the mind's measure
The headless pang
The gravity shock

There was no music before
And there will be none after

Step out, rise up
Become the armory, the arboretum, the arbitrary
Dance on rafters
Carve a private place from the world, and fill it with water
Fish there for supper with filaments to nowhere

There was no music before
And there will be none after

The sky's gone white, the moon's gone stubborn
All ears that listened fast have flat lined
All strings that shook the air are softer
Growing back into the animals they once were
Catgut
Feather
Bone flute
Drum skin

Orange and red and black with nothing
Hearts beneath the ground start
Thumping, clambering, rushing

There was no music before
And there will be none after
And the sound they call noise
Is the sound we call laughter