A Minor Dance

A Minor Dance - Autumn

It starts with distant thunder

Born under skies dressed in ochre

Pressure rising up and over

The anticipating land

Under layers of white noise

And through the static sounds a voice

I want to hear the song it sings again

And again and again

I remained outside

With every nerve alive

Lightning struck without remorse

And gave a cue to move indoors

The TV died as did the lights

In the dark the radio came to life

Under layers of white noise

And through static sounds a voice

I want to hear the song it sings again

And again and again

The secret station of my choice

Forgotten music in the noise

Inviting me to dance a minor dance

Faded an ethereal music

That is dying to be heard

Desperate to mesmerise

And capture our hearts

Wander in beauty

And wonder where I've been

Under layers of white noise

And through the static sounds a voice

I want to hear the song it sings again

Faded a ethereal music that is dying to be heard

Desperate to mesmerise and capture our hearts again

Aided by a thunderstorm

I came upon this station from old days

I intend to seek it out again when

I need shelter from the rain

I wander in beauty and wonder where I've been