I have been watching films.
Living, sulking, spending, brooding.
Christmas, New Year.
Comings, and going away. Travelling, being nowhere.
The clamor did not bode well for melodies.
I stayed away from the computer screen. It demanded too much coherence.
I felt flimsy.
This morning, then, there is a tune.
It is enough that his music reaches me on the 13th floor, despite the insistent growling from the highway.
Maybe someday I’ll meet him on street-level. Maybe I’ll be bold enough to thank him for wandering our streets.
Maybe I’ll say nothing. Maybe he’ll know anyway.