Lightning In A Twilight Hour

The No-sound of Falling Snow

Album: Colours Yet To Be Named [2025]
Author: Robert James Wratten © Elefant Publishing

Somehow the turning leaves

Still caught the weakened sunlight

In this hell of crossed lines

The world can't know

The world would be here otherwise

Otherwise

 

The no-sound and the searchlights

The outside and the inside

This is what it leads to

 

The depths we sink to

 

Mozart and war crimes

Entwine above the train lines

Notes rise and crystallize

In a sky of lost lives

 

Melody amid such cruelty

Beauty where it has no right to be

This is what it leads to

 

The paths we walk to

 

For all the deceiving

Seeing is believing

Say it all you like

How this isn't happening

 

Shot because they stopped

Lightly dusted come the dawn

That's the frontline you're hearing

The empire's falling

 

Word from the resettled

Postcard propaganda

Blocks and people numbered

 

Be my witness

 

Somehow the turning leaves