‘can you sing something more?’

my answer: ‘these windows can’t keep me in,

door is left open,

i thought not of going out, anyway,

was used to sit here on my own,

that i couldn’t  imagine no other song,

i was singing, then,

slow and slower,

unhearable almost,

don’t mind this melody,

it’s a forgotten melody,

my mother once sang for me.'