Enveloped in the leather fireside chair
              perfumed by burning pine logs
      their hiss and rustle a haunting melody
I talk to you
                    in silence
    words
            lit by the glow of flames
swaying in the rhythm of thoughts
      questions asked
               the future ahead
          and present
                   at each of your words
                               the flame of the candle
              moves
forming shapes
           creating shadows
     explanations of expressions
answers given
      but when I leave behind
                                          the oak desk
                  and book lined walls
I am alone once more
          the only question unanswered
                                     is why only there