Reflections

Knees bent up, head up against the thin wall
How the sounds travel unreservedly from room to room
But luckily my sounds, are in a soundproof place
My thoughts can never run freely from the walls
They are stuck in
Generously placed but parsimoniously poisoned
As the cloudless – night sky appears
A canvas for my mind to paint pictures
That have passed – reminiscences
Like a Moonlight Sonata
All drama included
Memoirs reeled among the night canvas
Playing all the moments we’ve lost
Sharp shock spirit
Night time was always a curse to happiness