Standing at a door
about to open,
......the apartment
abandon years ago,
now open to a breeze
wondering...where you are.

Finger on keys,
some lettered... some black and white.
A corner wraps round Steinway's
mahogany smile as the afternoon
reflected harmony.

Across the room a computer stood
old but humming when turned on
.......smooth sailing into 99.

The chair near the window, keys hung
on the wall one skeleton  one modern
looking lost....so what...!
you hear the white noise sing...
fingers on keys.

Ajerry
Nov 1, 2013