my garden is a place of resonance and disguise

the kitchen is trying to speak to me.
i'm not listening.
a cat has decided that the best place to stay tonight is on my window ledge.
i quite like that.
the clicking of the keys under my fingertips is comforting and rhythmic.
not enough to break the melodic silence that fills my ears tonight.
asking questions not worth asking and finding answers not worth knowing.
walk the night to london bridge to check if the river still flows in the same direction.
a picture of an empty parking lot will remind me that i have been somewhere.
the night is chilly.
something is about to change.
the mellow autumn breeze draws a melancholic atmosphere.
i will leave to not be in the way of events that are beyond my control.
people will see stars shining through layers of smudged make up and sore eyes.
there are things that need taking care and things that need destroying.
i most definitely don't recognize the difference.
will it be days or weeks before the chill will reach my cherry trees?
there is no need to understand.
my motorbike is ready.
i am not.
the corridor has just become very very long.
all the lights are off now.