crimson skies
the dusk of summer light
drifts into beauty
of the coldness in white
as the scent of smoke
from the fireplace
replaces the warmth of nature

between the midnight sun
that never sleeps
and the midday moonbeam
that seeks the light
there’s stillness
that holds the old tune

where we embrace
the laughter from afar
of those whose seats
have been left behind

quietness

the eyes look 
for a familiar face
through the black 
and white pictures
framed on the broken 
white wallpaper

teary eyes 

bitter smile

tick tock
noise of the clock 
from behind

though the percussion 
of the dusty piano fades
the eternal memory 
of dinner talk
will be sealed forever 
in every room