The house is quiet

but for the clickety clack

of the dog’s nails

otherwise padding softly

‘cross the floor

I’ll turn to Music soon

Something angry

hyper rhythmic beat

Something rough and tumble enough

to calm the beast

Tactile shadows sweetly sweep in

Palate etched with bittersweet sketchings of pain

Brain convulsing with an unseen but observable

ugliness I shan’t explain