Glass chimes the evening song
In a house built for a two,
One sits at the table reading,
The other on a couch for few.
Thousands of shatterglasses
Sift through grains of sand,
While hard earned thoughts stop drifting through,
The world engulfed the man.
Ceramic plates fall from cupboards,
While table cloths unfurl,
The one left sitting falls right down,
The floor stole the girl.
This has no immediate meaning,
Only the one you put back into it,
Your building breaks, bells start ringing,
Your life is done the only way you see fit.