STAR ACADEMY

 

Lifted as if out of a fog

Bones barely breathing life rattles

On and on

The piano next door

The knocking on the stairs

How we spend our time

Not really noticing the things closest

Until it’s too late or gone

Little frills of piano flourish

Hold ripe imaginings in their folds

A conker falls and all we know

Is that there will be more day’s like this

Until there aren’t.