Without warning a song flashes
in the dark, after night, before light.
The day wants to begin
but my dreams won’t let it in.
A song from somewhere not seen,
unhurried like silence
which is not its opposite,
more like its completion,
music and silence
both antonyms of noise.
From some sky opening up,
the music of cooling rain lands, lingers,
like a memory out of reach,
that the sea, upon waking, calls back
as it pulls the light from stars into itself.
I hear it now as sunlight flies
through the window. Music alive
like lightning, like belief, just before
it vanishes and turns to pain.