Humming (The tunes of shutters)

'Humming’ is the name given to the tunes of shutters pulled down shut on days that are jailed put behind bars of golden ale and cigarette smoke and dim lit corners of mellow syrupy darkness for secreting secrets in hushed tones into ears that refuse to listen to anything else but what you have to say, giggle, giggle, laughter – something is happening here and both of them seem to know something else is up in the air too getting ready to drown the darkness in another darkness that is even denser than the dance of words and hopes of the hear and now whispered with the fewest possible words and the scent of the behind of an ear warmth of moist breath planted there deep to let the garden of nothingness grow climbing up to the head taking root inside auditory canals sprouting leaves and flowers of pale purple, green and pink singing a song for someone else longed for, hoped to have been known better on nights when someone or someone else was ignored or neglected just like someone or someone else (depends, on who is being spoken about in the first part of the story or the secret) but a story is a story is a story that would soon be forgotten soon after the storytellers go back to where they came from and everything and everyone that is, was, have ever been in their stories will all disappear like smoke with all due respectful thanks to singer-songwriters who win unexpected prizes for keeping storytelling alive in their songs and for their new poetic expressions within the great song tradition… whatever