Silent Rooms

There is a room occupied by a solitary
piano: locked, but full of the dark promise
of dreams yet unfulfilled.

There is a room whose walls are built
with words of the most delicious terror:
forbidden and powerful.

There is a room of cool light and white
wicker where the Mistral billows the
drapes in impossible dreams.

There is a room where owls watch over
silent girls, all dark bobs and Goth mascara,
who offer mystery through mystery.

There is a room where wolves, eyes aglow,
stand still as sentries in the moonlight,
and where the snow tastes of rage.