i have walked past this
tall brick building countless times
in my short life and
never have i noticed how the
orange wall melts slowly into
a white roof
delicately patterned with swirling
shapes
melodies i suppose
i have been here much longer
than you
they whisper softly with eyes closed
do not pretend you understand
windows glassy and reflective
too high for me to peek in
and i am left to wonder
as i am with all things
and people
what lives and breathes inside
