The Deep House

Again I am falling in love in the deep house
the place where the echoes bind me to the walls,
wash over and become a part of me
a part of the machine that knows this singing silence

this space reverberates:
along the sounds of the dripping water and the drum
schematics are drawn on on the glass
on the sky and on the polished metal

and in the deepest pools
in their smooth cool weightless darkness carved from stone
the movement that is me
is slowly coming to light