(from my 330pm self)

the rise and fall of his trilling, thrilling, full rich voice falls in sensual strokes upon my ears. like an eccentric hot air balloon, his lilting exhalations rise, rise in tenor, pitch and volume, until they don't, and then i fall together with his breath.

a moment of wide-eyed suspension in the pause, while unfamiliar and wholly intimate song titles pirouette across my eyes before jumping into a split out of sight -

this is how i disappear
everything in its place
i might be wrong
mama
life in a glasshouse
nylon smile
stop crying your heart out
just like you imagined
one day i'll fly away
(nice dream)
this is how i disappear
this is how i disappear

like spinning plates.
like spinning plates -