"Calm"

Light shines - quite unstoppably - through a blind.
Things are too bright to see.
It must be aware of this irony.

A screen finds little words.
Sent by a dark lady -
She is short with me. The light will find her too.

I admire a melody in an envious way.
Inside an audience sings pleasure.
A young girl smiles on a page upon a table.
I observe prettiness - for a measure.

My presence is upon a pleasant seat.
The air is fresh - and it is hardwood.

I am inspired to nothing.
Thus old souls run through me-
And I am engulfed by a not-sadness.
There is this strange brevity.