Wordless, the cooking's all done Rested Good to be sitting Curtains partially open Shadowy lighted room Clouds behind curtains It's like what siesta time would be A time for talking, no A time where no talking is ok The peaceful coming of day's end Mum's quietly moving around the cupboards in the kitchen The hard-drive is humming away A car just drive down the court My feet warm against the touch of wood No disruptions