These halcyon days are coming to an end.
I have adored you from three metres away
cloaked in darkness and dry smoke;
I have died over and over for a single glimpse of turquoise,
which I turned into a memory and took with me.
I broke the law and stole your voice away,
inscribed forever on a rosetta stone of sound
frequencies bowing before the power of noise.
No, not noise -- but a symphony exultant.