Waiting as an untouched instrument,
Tempted to life,
To the prime temperament, living ever through us
Vital as a sign:
For fire to course through fragile filaments
Heating with light.
Even stood by me, I feel the stimulus:
You can feel my colours, shine.
For Blair. I can spend whole days so devoted to work, writing or sheer fatigue – yes, days devoted to fatigue – that I can become an inanimate instrument. The system is functional, perhaps, but a lifeless engine.
But somewhere in my wiring, in my design, there are heat sensors, coloured lights, crystalline displays. Thermochromic patterns and lights wake up, changed by your presence and warmth. Thank you for recharging me, and thank you for letting me shine.