I came to your party dressed as a shadow

I came to your party dressed as a shadow and you never knew, you
never knew
I rolled through the halls like a velvet wave, as quiet
as an empty stage
I blackened your eyes and stole the light from
your glass
But in the cold calm of the morning, lay like a death-kite
on your lawn
I came to your party dressed as a shadow, without invitation,
without a motive
I parked three streets from the moonlight – the
soft walk to your house on a silver string
You were dancing in the
backyard to a biscuit-tin beat
I slunk between the notes, posting
them off to the night
This is symptomatic of you and me : I have
jars full of your breath
I have shelves of your words but you have
nothing of me but a space where I would be

 Piano Magic – Words – GA Johnson – I came to your party dressed as a shadow