Dusty music box
tucked behind
a bookshelf
that could have been
well read
instead shrouded in cobwebs
At the foot of the shelf
sits an old typewriter
faded oil canvas
the back drop for
boxes of all shapes
sizes and mildewed states

Journals, memoirs and autobiographicals
Classic fiction even a thesaurus
all packaged away in storage

A lonely guitar longing to be strummed
The once grand piano
silent now
A saxophone minus a reed
TV's and vintage consoles
even a few dolls

Its all there all packaged in storage

When reality went virtual the sensual became obsolete