Trying to dance in my room.
creak -- creak -- creak
that's what I hear, I feel sorry for the folks below me.
noise.
distraction or refuge?
how do you treat it.
music.
on occasion like an enveloping blanket.
or sometimes a barrier against the world.
something to sing along with.
it always offers
something to keep me going.
keep music in your life.
make music in your life.
dance to it,
on creaky floors.
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