For you, Stone.

There's only one person 
In the world who could make my 
Heart stutter with a happy tap dance
Knowing you were back from
One adventure or other,
I tethered my eyes to your skies
As promised,
And heard the rusty rack
Of the train's clickedy clack below,
Some souls moving on
And change becomes the daily rhythm
Ecstatic, you were written into my lyrics
When I'd wake and hear your happiness hum,
A low static vibration of peace and
My god we knew we were lucky.
You, bouncing out of your skin,
Pixie, belonging to a concrete forest,
I wish I'd had a chance to frolick with you,
To dooftown, to wonderland, fit for an alice
This lost world of freaks and open hearts would have been your calling,
You, of the zombie bop and stomping ruin,
Of arms slapping earth, a shattered breath and empty yearning,
You, of the lonely dial tone,
The held breath that you never finished,
The syncopated blood beat,
Draining into stumbling feet,
A muted mind stopped listening to music
For nine months
Til I recall the shaking of your bones
To breakbeats of inner beasts,
You gave your sins to the minions of
Movement,
Refused to take this life sitting down
You danced like the ground was your instrument and you, orchestral master,
Plucked my heart strings
Ever so delicately,
Play concertos with my poems
Lifted my nose up to the anti woes
In cumulus or in sunset,
My fret board's since been emptied,
My bass is out of tune,
The melody's off key and my soundcloud needs renewing,
There's a distant drum in the bush,
There's an echo in the hills,
Light flickers into harmony,
As shadow hits the windowsill,
Dugguda dugguda dugguda goes trance of my reeling mind,
Take comfort in the macro,
We all will die we all will die,
Tap out the words I'll see you again
Into the drying pavement
Mend this beatless heart with song,
Let go, move on, let go, move on.