The life of country and town estates,
Holiday homes, staffed all year round,
Raised by the help,
As a child learned to live countries apart,
Now not even bothered where the parent are.
Barely out of youth, naked organist
Fingers well trained
From a young age to walk alone,
Yet still following the music,
With closed eyes and head and shoulders.
Self-smiles, across familiar places,
As memories of childhood wash.
Painter in the nude,
Observing the organism.
Seated on the corner of the 20 seater dinner table,
Paintbrushes and paint everywhere,
Under a state of respite,
Holding up a glass, without a word,
Knowing one of the servants
Standing In the shadows of the fireplace will come over and fill it up.
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