The Boy with The Books and The Boy with The Paper Orchid

Its a long corridor
and the lights are low
and the sound of the creaking
from all the floors below
signals change in the spirits
if you listen
you can hear its
hiding in the basement
and the closets in the hall
and the spaces that seem
lost to time
it seems as though
the wooden panel
reveals a toy piano
with an everlasting flower
when commanded
on the hour
it plays a song for you.

"Could I run this far without my love?
throw flowers from a distance?
you laugh and sing
and in the spring
we'll watch the color
change the trees.
you and I, just
you and I
my love."