floating orchestra in the water
conductor, waving emerald fiddlesticks
silent whale-song through dead worlds
no-one around to hear

crimson bruises cross the breeze
the most beautiful of domestic abusers
forever a fall down the stairway to oblivion
gentle, delicate, and easily torn

roses and seaweed, singing ballads to the children
roses and seaweed in the swiftest summer nights
roses and seaweed take my hand and draw the curtain
roses and seaweed take the stage and take the light