I sat
and felt
the changes
come
the ages
rinsing
over
me
I sat
and saw
exchange
of sun
for rages
rushing
up to
see
I sat
and cried
and rain came down
how strange
for one
with pages
still to
see.
And on we go
To end of shows
Where no applause
Cuts pause
In words
Like nervous birds
Now resting here.
Bring ash of dawn
Where honour has no moon
As Lunar marks the heart
Of rising dust and crack’d lawns.
All sing in cached yawns
All shake our greying swans
On hiving rust and stack’d pawns,
We stare on days gone far
Too soon.
It’s always been
about the music
that’s what built
the towers.
And when the music
starts the walls
will shake.