Rose gold epiphany. Symphonies,
Through copper wire, dire transmission
To the heart plenty tired
Of the same old tune, jumping for the new
Lovely track that instills fear in feeling
At ease. How strange the tide turns,
It simply burns a discussion in thought.
Simply through the copper coils and
fine-tuned whispered hymns
That run laps around dreamy heads.
Please do not let the broadcast end.
Keep the airwaves full, delighted.
No silence will gift peace of mind,
Now a new fear settles, nesting in.