#NeighborTales
The room next door

Faint murmurs, a rustle of leaves,
rhythms of life behind the plaster wall.
Who inhabits this world of shadows and dreams,
where loneliness finds its kiss?

The sound of a window, like cries,
sadness passed into sighs.
Each sound a brushstroke,
a portrait of a past life.

Laughter, music, chatter, sounds that come and go,
from the other desolate room....