I always used to admire the Olympic divers. I watched on TV how they stood at the edge of a gigantic diving board, then sprung and jumped, twisting and flipping all the way down. Their acrobatics were amazing. And right as they hit the water, they would be straight as a pencil, barely making a splash. I thought it was cool, and also extremely dangerous. Diving held such a fascination for me. I thought it would be neat, and a little scary to dive on such a board. But I found out pretty soon that diving isn't just dangerous when you're several feet up in the air.

Dark windows;

Dusty panes

Creaking stairs,

Rusty doors.

Grey little light

And a silent old piano.

A broken stool,

Sadly there.

Her old glass mirror,

And pearl lined strings.

Yellowed and tarnished

All lonely now.

Hear the doorbell ring,