The Black Room
Locked in a room, dark as a shadow.
I can't see a thing,
not even where I stand.
There's a key in my hand, but there isn't a door
There is a window, but there is no wall.
Out the window, it's dark, too, though far off there's a light,
a shadow of the light that could have shone.
The song that we both know arises from the darkness,
urging mysterious creatures to appear and caper around the room.
The music, with its fabric of memories, is plastered on the walls,
waiting to be touched.
Echoes of conversations, joys, disputes, trips,
desire, plans, promises, and hopes.
Complete chaos, and within the chaos, unexpected comfort.