Tense Silence (Alone Revisited)

Tense silence in my bedroom but not in my head
Heavenly hymns hum from fingers strumming
Sweet music from songs in mind

Trembling chords of delightful tension certainly make this moment more attractive

I find a new discovery and add it to old ones
But no one sees the babe I’ve become
I have no shivers for you to see
Yet everyone shivers out there within a city in the cold
In a watching darkness that shivers in the night
Where bursts of alley sounds skitter deep in the gutters
Behind old men taking flight with paper bag angels
Far below shivers heaving warm on musicians erupting volcanically in my head
Amidst tense silence in my bedroom where all the doors and windows are closed

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