Street
When one gaze meets another through black lenses
When a warm finger touches another fingerprint on metal
When a lame note starts to jump
When different rhythmic patterns crash into each other
Her vision was no longer a vast expanse of grey
When the drums get lost in the night when everything is silent
when the blue screen and purple neon take over the colour palette
when the dream of breaking through time and space has been shattered
when the first rays of light in the morning pierce her eyes
her world is not as much of an endless grey as it should be