The Noise

I loved the Noise, 
electric breath; 
Noise filled the emptiness, 
roared in the emptiness. 
A noise to strip the paper clean off the wall; 
a noise to crack the masonry like a breaking-ball; 
the cutting edge of sonic, the wave that never breaks 
and the heart and soul are pumping 
me awake, me awake, me awake. 

I loved the Noise; 
shake to the core; 
that's what the Noise is for. 

Nothing came of nothing except what was left behind 
in the barrage of the bombard, under organ grind. 
I'm caught there in the moment, bug-eyed overnight drive 
and the heart and soul are pumping 
me alive, me alive, me alive, me alive. 

And in the rush of silence with my arms 
wrapped round me warm 
I'm holding breath, impatient 
for the dark before the dawn.... 
Just at the crack of daylight, 
that'll be the curtain torn, 
that'll be the ground in a forewarning murmur 
of the Noise, of the storm. 

I loved the Noise, 
electric breath, 
Noise filled the emptiness; 
I loved the Noise, 
I loved the heat - 
pump-pulse that priming beat. 

A statement of intention, an elemental plan - 
the Noise is in the temple, the Noise is out of hand; 
the needle on the end stop, crescendo in the choir... 
yes, and the heart and soul are pumping 
me on fire, me on fire, me on fire, me on fire. 

I loved the Noise, 
I've drunk my fill; 
the Noise is with me still. 
I loved the Noise 
though now it's gone 
some glorious echoes of the Noise still linger on. 

Power on.