I think this one may require a little more work from me - I think it's a song, though doesn't fit the whole verse-chorus-verse format, which is fine.
For whatever reason, though, I got thinking about the whole idea behind Chekov's gun, and how that particular prop might interpret it's circumstances. From that, I get perspective.
We'll see where the music takes me once I get a chance to play with it.
Huh - managed to two-for-one it - caught the chromatic in here too!
she sets me on the mantle
deliberate and purposely
i look out on the sitting room
surprised by what I see
the wall I should see is missing
a curtain framing faces in it's place
the woman and her guests they seem
oblivious to the space
helpless to relocate myself,
communicate or act at all
resigned just observe the scene
playing out, I am enthralled
interactions among people
I don't often oversee
they entreat and they endeavor
at first politely over tea
tension does however build
as accusations and attacks
begin to reach a fever pitch
before a dramatic fade to black
a voice out in the darkness
apart from this plane, seemingly
announces an intermission
before resuming for act three
I remain here on this mantle
among the photos and adornments
my gleaming silver barrel reflects
flashing lights from distant sources
the wall of curtain opens
the players back upon the stage
the woman asks her guests' forgiveness
to dampen down their rage
for a moment peace seems possible
until a cutting remark is voiced
the woman reaches for the mantle
grabs my trigger, makes her choice.