that woman and this music

There was this music,
she was sure.
There were silences
in between
and then
there was music.

The woman
of this room
saw the day's
dramatic slowness
merging
melting into
long yellow street night
outside her window.
She stood
by a burning bud of cigarette
a cold cup of coffee
saw clouds
passing by.

It was raining outside,
and then, the music.