In a quiet room where silence reigns,
The lamp and the chair begin to explain.
The lamp, with a flicker, begins to glow,
Whispering secrets only shadows know.

"Each night I shine, so bright and warm,
But in the day, I lose my charm.
Tell me, dear chair, how do you stand,
Waiting in stillness, at everyone’s command?"

The chair creaks softly, a voice so worn,
"I’ve held the weight of joys and scorn.
From weary feet to a child’s play,
I cradle lives, then fade away.

But you, dear lamp, you bring the night,
With gentle glows and soft, warm light.
Together we both serve, unseen,
In spaces where life's moments glean."

And so they talk, in the quiet hour,
Two inanimate souls with subtle power.
Unseen by all, yet always there,
The lamp and the chair, a perfect pair.


© jmimmah