it's that tenuous violin rhapsody again on the empty street strange epiphanous note climbs towards you like jack's giant beanstalk floats above smooth grey cobblestones curls around and wraps you up in its discord and the wind swirls by howling in your ears because you're the only person around to listen to it it's that melancholy scene again on the grey impassive street and for some reason you're the only living being another war torn neighborhood after the tanks have rolled through

nothing left but a stone heart clattering down this blood-stained path