chatter swirls up in wisps with the steam from teacups
piano footsteps brush the air while
rain softly falls outside
falling falling
falling
pitter patter pitter patter
dancing light, frivolous sounds
a turn here, a leap of faith there
some days you sit alone musing nothingness
too tired to think, too tired to picture thoughts and form words
there's a certain comfort while you watch others
bustle and hustle sweeping in and out
to carry on their own busy lives, worry their own worries
but you
you're frozen
at least for a moment in time
suspended in air
and you can't help but hope
when the time comes for you to fall
you won't come crashing down.
