Somewhere
There is a place

In a tiny room
In a special house
Surrounded by magic
Some golf balls
And a pond

A mini Mozart
Sits among
The boxed and ignored
Memories
Of years long past

Faded yellow flowers
Peel from the wall
And droop to kiss the old
Cornhusk  mattress

On which one becomes quite lazy
Beside old papers
Dreams in a chunky pillow
Feet sticking out
Of that considerate hole
In the blue blanket bottom

Waking up to
Compose genius
Melodies
That are never
Quite alike

And little brown
Fingers tripping over
The little brown keys
And giving special love
To the two keys
That fell asleep mid-song

Like the little Mozart
Her head on the keys
Drifting a taper to her
Faded sonata