When she came back
From the bathroom
She put her hands on my shoulder
And stood on her toes
To tell me,
"I could still hear
The womp womp womp
In the walls"
I could only see her face
For a second
As the lights strobed
Then darkness
That has no beauty
No sense
Just nothing
For my eyes at least
My ears still thud
And then the lights again
And her face
And beauty
How does the light shine
In mid-air
Like there’s something there
To catch it
Hold it
Have it happen to be
The blue, green
Yellow I can see
Swirling
Revolving around the room
With my eyes closed
Everything else goes
Except for the music