the sunlight
shines
through
the spaces
between
the curtains.
sounds of
construction
and lawn
mowers
whirl,
quietly,
in the
autumn
air and
become
a nocturne
on your
wooden
piano.
softly
in our
little home,
when it's
half a day
half a night,
we sit
on the
floor
between
humans
and
imaginary
things
moving
like dust
around us
and have
afternoon
tea.