It is quiet
I can have noise if I want
headphones in
the sounds of metal
or piano,
or rain,
and around the scent of age
dusty pages
that I will never read
but in the center of them
still enjoy immensely
stacked up high and wide
endless rows of knowledge
and me in the center
in a forgotten place
only hoping it remains
accessible to all
at all times
because without these evenings
these nights
there is nowhere else to be
except surrounded and busy
working,
accomplishing
tackling the to-do list
so far away from what I say is peace.
Nighttime Recuerdos
