Bone Quiet

Notes for a new song, still being written

I’m living in a haunted house
It’s bone quiet in here.
I’m walking through
the ghost of you
from sad and from happy years.

I’m living in a haunted house
sometimes it feels like hell
I’m walking through
the ghost of you
and the ghost of myself, as well.

I feel your footsteps resonate through the floor
even though I’m all alone
I feel a breeze from an opening door
a breath that’s cold as stone.

I’m living in a haunted house
sometimes I can’t stand the pain
I look outside
at the bitter sky
and feel the ghostly chill of the rain

Raw material – poem on which the song is based

it’s all bone quiet

in the marrow of this haunted house

I’m walking through the ghost of you

I walk through the ghost of myself

a score of people walk these halls, just two

in the quiet of bones

I feel the floor vibrate

through the soles of my feet

layers of steps woven into matted dust

muffled

the energy of dark matter, the space

where the thing

was

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