It’s peaceful now. The afternoon is still.
The street is quiet. Voices very dear
Reach up the stairs, caress me like a thrill
From heaven. I am home and you are here.
Creepily, the piano starts to play
Downstairs – who plays? It can’t be her
She just began to rest...
Stepping out from the wooden shed
Before me’s the garden (and then the house)
There's every shade, from deepest red...
