winding whirlpools...

song of a desperate quest
Played in the middle of
Sky and city
Her only comfort this night.

A cry of rebellion, the song
Wiped out the sights of her life
Chords swept with over flowing
Colours of grey and rebellion
Battered against a deaf wall,
An indifference that soundproofed
The rest of the world for her.

The last chords of victory bounced off
The walls letting out a silent hum
Into the stillness of the ash night.

His ambitious audacity to
Drive the sun across the sky
Perished in the myth of
A man trying to conquer the sun.