2:51 AM
The Grandfather's confused
He goes off before anyone can even react
As his voice echoes through the halls and staircases
A lone light is on
In a room of 5, only one light is lit
The scratching of pen to paper is hiding behind the light
The hand which holds the pen quivers, leaving a shaky trail
On the paper lays a picture
In any other lighting it would have been horrible
Yet at that angle, and with the dim light
It was a magnificent piece, burning into my memory
I cannot forget such a piece
For it is for myself only
No other eyes will ever see that dormitory Mona Lisa
As is any great piece of work.