When the night shows,
the signals grow
on radios
Preceding the stillness of dusk
before the shadows surround us
In the last few minutes of early evening
before a line of dark red merges with violet horizon
Dog walkers with privacy headphones make no conversation as they pass
only the quiet percussion of loose chains and leashes
The sound of dishes washed by hand rise from an open kitchen window
mixing with static from radios
the kitchen will be still by 7, but
their music won't be clear until long after we are asleep
lyrics from Peter Gabriel