I hear rain, but outside there is no rain
No, the rain must be inside my head/me.
I focus on the pavements, the roads
The surface is reflective
It rained overnight while I was indoors
Now, the rain I hear now is trapped inside me.
Now I hear the sound of a violin
Yet the strain is gliding, hovering
On the dark reflective surface
Where is the sound coming from?
It must be coming from inside
It fills the skies now like music in a cathedral dome
But it comes from somewhere else
Comes from somewhere inside
Comes from somewhere inside me.