A View From The wall

 
He liked it
when he could hear
the sounds
of good music playing
loudly of course
combined
with a one two tempo
of keys clicking
as silent gears could be heard
churning
plurals
vowels
weighing up the most powerful way
to say
something so profound
that's what he liked

Watching her ( work ) write
words so deep
a mountain could weep
such is her depth
beyond the abyss
and through the rabbit hole
she has lived more lives
than he could count
seen things
that would cause most to crumble
fold under the pressure

Not her
no
not her
she is made of sterner stuff
her mental notebook
holds it all
the long drive interstate
or train rides to Tennessee

He could sit for hours
listening to her retell
her story

when she is writing
it all down
taping the keyboard
making sure it all flows

He is a fly on the wall