Piano keys whispered melodic laughter that pulsated notes through brick walls
as the window glass begged to be broken by high G's
It fought the urge not to cry silent tears from its shattered body

Bed sheets calling to cuddle
Huddle in a bundle
The mattress likes to tinkle the spine
Massage the mind
Lay back and recline

The wind in the room from that cracked window is telling secrets of the night
For what's done in the dark
Shall be brought to light
So sit tight and think right
Or you'll lose sight
Of what's outside ...
Those closed doors .