Mottled green on the hard floors, mottled green of mold
      The voices brimming downstairs, feet in twos
        The creak of doors
           (swing open,
             swing wide)
       creak of the violins, creak and squeak
           squeak, squeak of rubber soles
      Up and down the stairs people go,
         up and down the scales goes the violinist
            leaping where they don’t leap
               plunging where they can only plod on
Outside, a police car siren
     Outside, people plodding on
          Outside, people on tiptoes, peering in the peepholes
              to see the leaping,
              plunging sound

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