As of yet Alive

There was no music before
 And there will be none after
 But lightning struck so close
 Its burn and smell rip the scalp
 Palms ache, a gush of adrenaline
 The split second between blood tooth rage
 And the mind's measure
 The headless pang
 The gravity shock
 There was no music before
 And there will be none after
 Step out, rise up
 Become the armory, the arboretum, the arbitrary
 Dance on rafters
 Carve a private place from the world, and fill it with water
 Fish there for supper with filaments to nowhere
 There was no music before
 And there will be none after
 The sky's gone white, the moon's gone stubborn
 All ears that listened fast have flat lined
 All strings that shook the air are softer
 Growing back into the animals they once were
 Catgut
 Feather
 Bone flute
 Drum skin
 Orange and red and black with nothing
 Hearts beneath the ground start
 Thumping, clambering, rushing
 There was no music before
 And there will be none after
 And the sound they call noise
 Is the sound we call laughter