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.

in my ears,

my memory moves.

and with it,

in it,

i feel myself drifting,

while knowing

that i am.

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?

can you feel

these 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 simply

keep drifting.