Dust collecting
Mind reflecting
Many unfound hours
Organic chemistry turning sour
Waiting for a single knock
Wish someone could hear me talk
A bad batch
Or wrong mixture, maybe
Who will take care of the baby

Shrieking night cries
So young, yet so wise
Let them hear
Let them near
Grow and yearn
Fail and learn
Standout from the crowd
Make mama proud

More golden rays
How many days
All quiet and still
Nothing left to kill
Not one curious knock
Or jiggle of the lock
A baby’s laugh
From the other studio’s half
Brings involuntary smiles
A reunion so vile.