Lights Through a Window

lights through a window the knock that never shakes my door is a sound who screams bleeding ears bleeding brain quiet nights without pain (press that eye with your finger) writers typing letters noises in the hall (they can see the bright light) lost in a dream blurred faces that never speak to me. Boring lines forced in the sand… all sonatas are lost poetry is a death match striking the wick….(burn in a name and dry brain) --will there be birds in the window— ?