The music gently fills the room
I recline in my chair
soft crackles of burning tobacco eminate from my cigarette
smoke drifts upwards hugging my face.
Inhaling slowly I recall the day
a quite contenedness within
I tap the ash from my cigarette gently into the ashtray, I gaze upwards.
Piano notes comfort my mind
the notes hanging forever in the smoke
No hussle or hassle, just me on my own.
Thoughts ebb into my mind without reason
dissapearing as quickly as they arrived
and yet I am alone.
Days have passed, and yes I am still here
thinking of my next move, where to go.
I smile, I think, the piano fades away....
[This message has been edited by Slashed soul (edited 06-04-2000).]