people often describe the music that my sister and i create, as “haunting”. to me, this as a compliment. i love the idea of the other side. of things unseen.
i’m fascinated by what’s left behind. a deep chill.
but i only enjoy the story. fictional. a harmless ghost.
echoes rotate me awake.
and there they sit
my indigo – i gulp
and my yellow – i quiver
too much candy tummy ache
sinking dread sensation
black and mute
hey remember when baby jessica was trapped in that well back in ’87? and of course “radio bart”, one of my all time favorite simpsons episodes.