We did not get out of the house that week,
As it rained and we had plenty of food.
There were books and music could be heard
From next door where a piano was played.
We soon stopped talking. We watched
The wallpaper free itself from the moist wall
And Chopin had enough to say for us both.
Then one morning the sun shone
And I opened the door. All was different
As I realized you had not been here for years
And the neighbour together with his piano
Had moved out months ago.