Killing Time

Hearing you singing a lullaby
In tandem,
As the cat sleeps on her lap
Purring gently.
I glare at the house for the sounds it makes.
These four walls
Forcing us together,
No heat,
A candle to light our dreams.
A simple melody firing the imagination
And thought becomes a word
Becomes two,
Three
Becomes a symphony of words
Accompanied by a guitar
And the soft velvet of bow on strings.