Quicksilver

Veins pulse quicksilver in the endless silence, fill life with quivering liquid chrome. It is in the night that I feel the music most strongly, feel the bass-beat crescendo rising through the nothingness like a cresting wave, forcing itself from radio to audio. Sometimes, in my dreams, the sound is so loud that I cry out, scream myself awake, and then I am there, here, alive, now. Sweat beads on