sometimes this song recalls
its place of refuge
before emotion swelled and birthed
imperfect twins of sound

a place unknown to Voice
and bruised Inflection
where our eyes were sheltered
by sweet music's origin

but now we can't abort the rush
of screaming, childish words
nor can this wave of echoes
wash the guilt from instruments

now, we only dream the vision
of a quiet place
before the consequence of sound
flooded the passage home

copyright Journull 2004