She clicks the shutter bus stops hiss
Film winds tight between her fingers
The city blurs to gray and bliss
A kitchen window softly lingers
Pale wings tremble in the steam
Quiet kitchen midnight dream
Kettle sings a silver hymn
Moth stays where the light is dim
Steam curls up from porcelain spout
Moth traces circles slow and low
No shout no crash no sudden rout
Just warmth that likes to come and go
Pale wings tremble in the steam
Quiet kitchen midnight dream
Kettle sings a silver hymn
Moth stays where the light is dim
Lens cap off she frames the scene
Dust floats in the fridge's glow
The quietest she's ever seen
A moth who knows which way to go
Pale wings tremble in the steam
Quiet kitchen midnight dream
Kettle sings a silver hymn
Moth stays where the light is dim
No photograph can hold the heat
No negative keeps steam alive
But something in the silence beat
Makes pale wings dare to survive
Morning cracks the window pane
Wings lift off the cooling tile
She boards the bus through wind and rain
Carries kitchen stays awhile
Pale wings tremble in the steam
Quiet kitchen midnight dream
Kettle sings a silver hymn
Moth stays where the light is dim
Pale wings rise through steam and dawn
Kettle quiet camera gone
