It's Still Life

When You Listen to Music While You Sleep

When you listen to music
while you sleep, you’ll hear

Hammering on iron
And a scent familiar
As a husband’s smile.

Weather’s calmed.
Air’s greyed.
The ground remains soft
And wet clinging to clay.

She follows the sound.
Brings him a wedge of dark bread,
And an apple.

He nods.
Their words are few and far –
She assumes they’ve spoken
Every word given, and no new ones
Are being made.

And then she turns, and looks at me.
Eyes steely grey. White hair wiry.
And she says,

Ask whatever you wish
But I won’t necessarily answer.
I’m not an open book
I’ve not read most of it myself yet.

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