that woman and this music

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

there was that woman
in this room
watching the
days with their
dramatic slowness
merging
melting into
a long yellow street night

there was this woman
in that room
who stood by
a burning bud of cigarette
a cold cup of coffee
saw clouds
passing by

it was raining outside
and then, the music.