Silver cups and saucers whistlenWhen they’re filled with wine.nI don’t like their lonely lovesongs,nCry with every line.nnHarmonise with forks and knives.nDo they ever keep in time with me?nNo never.nnWait with baited breath uponnThe guests who wont arrive.nFace so red, I eat their breadnAs they eat my time.nnHarmonise in white and black.nDignity be given back to me?nNo never.nnPredictably the clock becomesnThe ever present theme.nBlinking with the rhythmic ticknI fall into a dream.nnEveryone I love was there,nEmpty rooms and lonely chairs love me.nForever.n