Blue Attic

 

It clappers and snappers in the dark

In the stone stare echoes needles where they fall

Blue shines the window, so it vaguely eases the shade

Round the steps of 24 up the attic

Whatever shall he find there?

The door awaits still for its wake

The presence can be mirrored in the silent walls

When the hand is laid over the knob, the clock hits still

In the vague shimmer from the drawn curtains,

The glimpse of the piano grey as the time is seen

In the vague shimmer from the drawn curtains,

The piano grey as the time is distinguished

Long fingers touches by the dusty surface,

There the glisterning varnish is uncovered

Long fingers touched by the dusty surface,

Where he uncovers his glisterning varnish

The End

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