static

In the silver silence
Of  this electronic rain
I catch a drop or two
Of some familiar part
Played in my mind 

Static
Clings to my skin
Static
Spine tingling 

In the tuneless spaces
Where dead are air freezes
I’ve found something alive
A frequency I feel
Where something in me died 

Static
Sings through the din
Static
Hypnotic ringing 

When I was a boy
I’d hear the call
Of the silent sound waves
Crashing on my shore 

And the kids would all taunt
Tease and scorn
They couldn’t tune in
The cool refrain 

Static
Clings to my skin
Static
Spine tingling
Static
Sings through the din
Static
Hypnotic ringing 

The ghost in the machine
Is calling me home
The tune you hum
Makes my memories run
Into...you 

In the silver silence
Of this electronic rain
I catch a drop or two