No More Songs

Though I see
The bearing
A shaded place
Static hum
From where now do we take the name?
No new encompassing refrain
Or one that touches all my days
That I sing or do not sing
So now in every way
I do delineate
The frame and unknown shape
That scope, that empty space
So say: «Oh, there you are
My little soft felt flare
I know you never left
Held close and unaware»
And we are transient
No more songs