Ketz Behind
Behind all the paintings that hang nailed to walls
Below all the carpets your feet stepped upon
Among the pages of the books that rest closed
In the air of empty rooms and deserted halls
In the moment just ahead and just before your time
Under the veil, in the blind spot of your view behind
In your eyes when you close them in the night
Beneath the words that tell the story of your life
Between the frames of every motion that you redefine
Under the dust on the moon’s darkest side
In your mind when there’s nothing left to be revived
Between your hand and all the things that it touches
Behind all doors before the turning of the latches
In every song just before you press play
You I’m waiting for.
