i am dusk

I have this music
playing in my ears,

and I wish I could share it.

Sometimes I just wish
you could hear these sounds.

Then I wouldn’t have to talk so much.

We could just
be here
in it.

And in the song
in my ears now,

I see my memory.

And with it,

in it,

I feel myself drifting

while knowing
that I Am.

And sometimes
I feel like a ghost

haunting a desert

with no one around.

Has there ever been?
I ask myself.

And right then
I found the calm

and asked it:

Are you with me?

I wonder if you can feel
the sounds through me,

the cadence
I speak from.

I wonder if you know
there’s a synthesizer

and gentle strums.

Does that come through
in my voice?

And as night falls
I ask myself:

Am I still here?

Was I ever?

When the lights go out,

what is left?

What does “off” mean?

Do the rabbits

hop at dusk
wondering the same things?

Wondering where home is.

Wondering if they’ll survive the night

or if they’ll just keep drifting.

I’m still in here.

And now

I’m just going
to enjoy the song.