Tonight I am an accordion 

Squeezing air and tipping over

Like a book in the wind

Noise about to be music until 

Off the rails oil dripping, crushed 

Time passing in slow motion 

Until the wheels stop spinning

And the silence comes.

Tonight I am an accordion

Squeezing out the air 

Like books tipping from a breaking shelf. 

Tonight I am a train wreck 

A tangled mess of irons in the fire. 

Casualties on the line each one marking a spot 

Where you never came and never are.