I know you are there somewhere, you silk-lined thing, bejewelled in secrecy and fierce in spirit. You elusive, absent creature. The sky glows gold and I hear voices outside, a few trails of existence smoking up. Up towards the giddying heights of Flat 13, my sealed off kingdom, mine and Luna’s. The music of these words seeks something beyond the shadows yet where are you, snow leopard of the imagination? Impressive tales of online concerts, scores studied in depth, these newly discovered climes, zoom and zig and zog or whatever, where did others find you? Luna stares in his water bowl, perhaps your amber eyes return the gaze, I hurry…