Good evening
My inner faint voice
Kindly tuned, accordingly
It will not be raised, nor lowered
Whatever happens
Walk, the familiar chamber
At the far end, a window
On the right, the indispensable door
On the left, against the wall
Some kind of pallet
The light, faint, only present
No visible source
And if all, luminous
Faintly, luminous
Color, numb
All grey, shades of gray
The color, grey, if you wish
Shades of the color grey
Forgive my stating the obvious
Keep that sound down