In a Bright Studio Overlooking the Noisy Street

In a bright studio overlooking the noisy street, I hide from the living to write with a frantic beat; loud voices and sounds will subdue before dark... very sweet is the the melody of the lonely lark. Even when it snows, the view is quite awesome: watching snowflakes slowly come down and dress trees in glistening white...one can feel lonesome when every audible sound is hushed by stillness. How lovely it is when happy faces peak from windows! They may seem immensely surprised or stupefied; and some even open their doors and come outside to observe the fluffy snow descend on the pines' boughs. I pause for another minute, then resume my writing... it's profound observation that inspires the heart and mind, giving this motivated poet many ideas of positive feeling; I sense and absorb them, not noticing kids getting wild. In a bright studio overlooking the noisy street, I fear shadows towards evening when feet make deep footprints that lead to my stairs... and afraid of ghosts, I begin chanting prayers.