May the crossing of wires and bulbs
Illuminate a path onto clarity and light.
May the expanse of switches be the bridge
Between remembrance and obscurity.
May the speakers pick up traces of tears in our throats.
May the keys patter quickly under steady fingers.
May the chat hold words of great longing over distance.
May the camera pick up fringes of age on children’s cheeks.
May the microphone drink currents of songs like water.
May the recording be a vessel for conversations long gone.
When the lights go out, may the current keep running.
For this day and this hour, I implore the lights to stay on.
