When You Were Living Here

when you were living here
in the attic room none of us would bear
the house went into a state of pure wonder
at night you’d sit on the floor
in a mess of wires and old motherboards
once I woke in a dream to strange bleeping

and climbed up the stairs
I followed the sound half asleep
I saw you composed
you held out your hands
between them a radiant ovoid was floating

when you were living here
all the neighbourhood saw the light upstairs
it hung like a muted star until morning
you’d sleep half the day
your skin almost grey
but mysteries whirled all around you

a painter of lands
that no one has seen
the natives looked well
in purple and green
and sometimes their oval-shaped heads would remind me

after you were gone
the house lost the wavelength it was on
we hoped you’d return
but forces unknown
they took from you one night alone
the globe I had seen

I climbed up the stairs
I followed the sound half asleep
I saw you composed
you held out your hands
between them a radiant ovoid was floating

a painter of lands
that no one has seen
the natives looked well
in purple and green
and sometimes their oval shaped heads would remind me

I climbed up the stairs
I followed the sound half asleep
I saw you composed
you held out your hands
between them a radiant ovoid was floating