Transmissions

Dust snows 

on pianos 

scenarios play out  

in crescendos  

Now the ghost goes 

where the wind blows 

and we waltz in repeating patterns 

with silent people  

in silent rooms 

the only voice is indistinct 

synonymous with soft colours 

bleeding ink 

as a hush 

falls 

and snowballs 

over years of unanswered phone calls      

Now the time pools 

the car stalls 

and we think in repeating patterns 

of silent people 

in silent rooms 

where every face is indistinct 

anonymous and colourless  

missing links 

in the dust on pianos 

crescendos  

as the wind blows in repeating patterns 

silent people 

silent rooms 

phone calls 

missing links 

in silent rooms 

in silent rooms 

with silent people 

(indistinct)