Meditations on a Wet Thursday

1. Window
A few spatters of rain cling to the pane of glass, slowly drying in the tired wind.

2. Outside
Green leaves turning red as brick fall over the old brown well, snippety tendrils of ivy climb the courtyard wall.

3. Room
A white page and meaningless names on the screen before me, dirty keys under my fingers, and my toes are growing cold.

4. Empty
Long bare halls are a silent maze.

5. Sound Bites
There is a tired alto warming up; listen to the soprano work and rework her song; someone plays a scale; did you hear that flurry of strings?, now they are gone.

6. Lab
Lights are off and many pinpoints of light: red and green and blue, blink without illuminating a single shadow.

7. Stage
"House going dark" I shout, and the lights are gone; the stained glass dead with only dim rain-light behind.