His Music Room

He hides in his music room

When mom’s upset or

When presents need wrapping

He shuts the door and

opens the black case

Like alligator skin to the touch and

I listen in the dark, dank hallway

For the click of cases closed and

For the stinging notes of Stella by Starlight,

Seeping from the cracks in the door like tears.

He hides in his music room

Knowing that this space is his

For forgetting

For collecting

Cluttered and mysterious

With the answers to the questions

I will never have or know or understand

But I will always hide outside his door

And love

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