broken mirror glints to the left

the right wall crumbles

cobwebs spread their whispers above your head

you weigh your flight

but the ground holds firm

grass rises whether rooted in soil

or sprouting on the dresser

unlike you it does not fight

bread lies next to long stems of grass

dead baby in a portrait

frozen behind tainted glass

indoor rain falls filling the void

Beethoven in the background

can you hear it

two drops merge

a quiet union not to be seen

1+1=1

can you feel it

(inspired by Andrei Tarkovsky's Nostalghia)