After the sun sets,
there is art behind every window:
A canvas of flickering street lights;
A medley of moving cars.
With every warmly lit house,
There are families eating dinner;
Children laughing and singing;
People gathered together
But the windows stay the same;
Their artwork never changes.
The same flickering lights,
Blink through the heavy sky;
Keeping workers in buildings
And families apart
When the city falls to sleep,
The painters keep painting;
A canvas with thick heavy layers
of the same chemical smell
A boy from a yellow lit house
Gazes through his window,
And dreams of driving
A shiny bright car
But the windows stay the same;
Their artwork never changes
A girl from across the street
Stares at the peeling artwork,
And wonders if her distant family
Will ever come home.
