This house doesn't tolerate the blues
but if you listen hard enough
to what the trembling floors are saying
it's a gospel celebration,
the rafters are a pyramid
volcano of light.
The words are so tragic,
the notes so rich with pain
but if you close your eyes
the long-dead child
that you used to be
will look at you with eyes
that shine light
on being human,
on finding the gift
in the illusion
of a world gone hopeless wrong.
