Out of the thick, wet fog.

From deep within the snarling wind,

Between the pounding drops of rain,

Only a small glimpse of the Sun.

From the loud voices in my head,

The world screaming in vain,

News at 6 yelling out fear,

Slivers of silence slither between.

A shaking at The Rock n’ Roll Palace

And the fog machine quits with a THUMP.

The sweet sound of nothing floats by

Sun shines through the window on the stage.

Dayvid Graybill © 2012