A Natural Orchestra for a Story Book Beauty

This is an older piece.

She sits in her room

listening to 45s

as she stares out her window

Watching raindrops touch down

against the canvas of this desolate town

And the lonliness

begins to eat away at her hoplessness

and the hoplessness

only leads to more lonliness

and the boredom...

the boredom spins 'round

with the records that she bobs her head to

This single room apartment

smoky and dimly lit

only by a single light bulb

that hangs in solitude

amongst the cloudy, grey, damp air

Even the dust begins to die

in agony with the sound of the rain

against the window