Si rien ne bouge   (with JohnFeddeler)

 
There was never night that couldn't chase away the sun.
We sing in the dark, the moon and I,
covetous of stars and reaching for illicit lovers.
Within the pale of an ivory tower, I listen for a cadre of outlaws.
 
The city is tangled in noir, most nights,  
and the wind speaks in poems;  
but I'm a reckless girl, deeper than shadows -  
there's a dance somewhere, and a dancer.
 
Dancing, or running, or loving;  
I'm a rider on a dangerous carousel  
traversing the tragedy of an oblivious dancefloor -  
the French say: si rien ne bouge.  
 
Loneliness falls harder than a broken heart.  
And having never loved is a glaring streetlamp  
in a nameless alley, burning my eyes from gray to silver.
I am stripped bare among brick murals and cardboard bungalows.
 
Cimmerian shade -
if nothing moves but my heart,
as it beats with noir desir.
 
 
(Artist unknown)