Sparkletown 009 Remix

     Moan, sighing woman,
     sing in silence of silence.

Black noise touches your skin
     in old minor moon style.
Collectors are buzzing with

A measure of blue crackle fever flower
     in your voice.

     A ghost alone in light:
evidence of life held by a tremble
     of sparks.

Poor murdered woman
     sing low,
let these stories be the flutter
     of blood colours,
shivering. Find a way safe,
     if you can.

Your voice seeks to move
     beyond air.
Your face is a ballad traced from

guitar strings fading soft
     in moonlit rooms.