Take it back with a sound, first key, electric, clear – new life
Dance, watched by an owl caught in candlelight, outside a wind blows and drives chill autumn rain, stripping trees as inside a needle drops stripping sanity creating welcome madness, sadness, technicolour fantasists blinded by science – laughter echoes
It’s all be done before, yes? Let us then, now, do it better, yes?
Open those doors, imagination flows, poetry in motion, better stories to be told, let them come back in like long lost friends, breath into them new life, like a lovers kiss in passionate heated descent
As outside the seasons change and in these endless rooms new worlds new places new faces we find.