In the city centre
When amber lit night came
I learnt to sleep
With sound around
Until
A moment when
The great void above
With a long slow draw
Pulled up every last note
Whether minim, crochet, breve
Highest pitch or lowest tone
Leaving only pauses
Blocked together
A crashing cymbal of silence
Leaving light to dance in peace
And me awake.
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CLP 22/10/2018
Journey of Words 