pour that sweet cup.

we all sit down

just stare out that window

hearing the stairs creaking,

the wind blowing,

hearing the cat purr,

the kettle whistle.

all the sounds of home

they float with the clouds

far, far away until no one

and nothing can be seen

until all that is left

is the little light

the light that is you

shining in the sky.

around you go,

between the planets,

around the moon,

everywhere and nowhere,

until you come right back;

back to where it started,

back with the sounds,

all the sounds of home.