I walked through that door,
with thoughts I seemed to erase,
into another room,
hoping my mind would replace.
But that new door slammed,
right in front of my face,
and all I was left,
are these words auto-saved.
But then, some font I had never seen before type-cast my compositional output,
like a florid fling of batons waving as stringed bows in rows were playing,
the hot heat of feedbacking tones rising from the orchestral pit like lava rocks'n'roll,
until, in this moment, what had passed before us was gone and a new emptiness remained,
unlike the echoes of fossilized flutes and instruments carved in stone,
but the dawn of a new rising son and the spirit we know as home.
Liberace's cape is in my brain, after this new movie I'll never be the same.