The Pen and the Black Book

A sequel to KCN. I'm sure you can guess what this is about.

fading into the night as you cast wide the door
your sweeping dreams crash on an unfeeling shore
violins crash to the stiff-backed chairs
light from the clarinets' dark silver flares

the hands of the clock never were so slow
as they faceless file past you, row by row
and the sunlight gleams through dusty panes
drown in grey the memories and the stains

you were the composer that burned my thoughts
in a book of black ink bled slashes and blots
drop to your knees to complete the typecast
my wish to follow you to the end was my last

you held the only pen that rewrote what i became
after changing my notes you signed your name
the last kiss sweeping me into waves of fixation
sinking ever deeper into mad improvisation

the violin and cello strings darken the day
flutes and oboes and strings fade away
cutting the lines between lights and stage
you wrote the ending that made the front page