music – C & K

So Modern

We were so modern
Lace gloves, balloon skirts, wild hair
Now, it’s Gold FM

The forest is full of the sounds of snow-covered trees, scurrying creatures, and the hoot of an owl.

By the lambent glow of the lamp, a witch walks along carrying a song to the trees, the snow, and the Earth.

As she walks, trees bow, creatures dance, and the owl nods.

Howling through the houses,
insect music plays us a song.

The windows rattle and shake,
fluff balls whoosh from hiding.

The clouds move undecidedly,
sun, grey, sun, grey, sun, grey.

We have a lazy mixed-up day,
undecided about what to do.

Clouds of fresh grey days
A heated house feels too hot
Rain music playing

A wild punk rocker,
rage and riot in the house,
solitude rebel.

Exhaustion.

Flicking in and out of consciousness,
my lips feel numb.

Usual noises sound bombing loud,
forgetting the time.

I become a melancholy masterpiece,
a sad classical song.

Another classic.
Songs playing along the road,
dying leaves moving.

You invited me to take a voyage on the notes you love.

We journeyed together, listening to the way songs changed over time; we embraced our favourites and kept an open mind.

Now, I remember you by a series of your favourite songs, which I sometimes play alone.

Echoes of this land
blood, bone and broken dreaming
A song we know plays

Sounds of the city,
drums and an oud play a song
a wonderful day