In the Gaps
In the gaps
between notes, he plays
a different tune,
changes the key
and makes us dance.
In the silence
he creates shapes;
a space for dreams
that hits us like waves
and makes us sing.
Deep in the night
Between last orders
And first light
Gods wander the city
Stealing dreams.
Pass them by,
If you see them
Do not stop or stare
Do not dare them
They are not at play.
They own this ground
From slick kerb
to guttered edge and
In between.
All the spaces.
i
Girl on city street, heels clicking
shiny hair, gleaming lips
eyes glinting in the smokey light
siren song in her stride
ii
Boy on corner smoking
haloed under streetlight's glow
watches the lilt of a girl's walk
breathes her in like air
forgets to exhale
iii
Cold grey sky can lie
the tell tale signs
one green shoot, rooted in dark soil
one new blade turned toward a wintry sun
Bridget comes
iv
hope - uncertain friend
promising much yet in the end
what happens next, all depends
on things Hope can't control
v
Dark rain, vanquishing spirit
overpowers the pristine cloak of snow
revealing colours, angles, edges
