Unzipped
I had unzipped the blue sky to take a look at the silver moon on the other side of this dream, it looked crisp and clear with stars peppering the deep charcoal curtain. It must have been just before midnight, That blue key that had been playing all day was starting to turn green now and the music was getting tired and spilling out down the drain. Most of the musicians were hung out or up to dry. I had painted the town red all rite but now I had come to a fork in the road, I had a choice. I could stay in town were, OK, so the streets might be paved with gold or follow the skid marks out and back in to quite oblivion. Maybe tomorrow I could splash out and buy some new strings, nice rich bronze wound on hard steel, get things sounding tight again. Hay listen...is that the sound of the moon turning ? or is it the crackle of blazing stars.