Waiting for inspiration

When the city goes to sleep

And lovers rest their eyelids

He does not

He waits

Sitting alone at his chair by the window

Or sitting alone at his desk

He waits

The world will rush around him

And the traffic will screech in the streets

But he waits

Sometimes music leaks from the shutters

Sometimes silence reigns

Sometimes a lonely candle graces the window ledge

Sometimes daylight streams in

But always he waits

Waiting

Waiting for inspiration.