a symphony

without a plant
or pet,
or child
you listen
to the splendid
symphony
of silence
that plays
it's strings
and percussions
throughout
your house.
the drip
of the faucet,
the bass roar
of the furnace,
the wind
whistling
gently through
the parted
window.
only her fingers
tapping
against
your door would
make
it perfect.