View From A High Stool

Darkly painted in rich mahogany tones,  An octagonal, baptismal-font-esque table, Upon it rests a solitary candle holder centrally, It's thick red glass lit by brilliant shafts from afar, Of stray September sunlight shining brightly, Through opaque window panes and a door left ajar. Adjacent, glass-panelled red door, red-topped stool, The red-painted, sunlit wall beyond, Outside somehow the city street seems distant despite the open door, Back inside a worn but varnished, wooden parquet floor,  Under shade and lamps appearing dull and old,  Yet when touched by the sun, lights a brilliant gold. Partition walls formed of old doors surround the sight, Abundance of visitors from far flung lands filling pre reserved spaces, Cigarette smoke blows in on the breeze from unseen faces,  Twisting, curving, twirling, slowly descending in the autumn sunlight. #ireland #music #irish #dublin #song #newmusic