A Forest in a Room

There's a forest in the other room,
ready for the dawn. Once again
you rise for me even if I seem
to have imprisoned you there
by my ramblings.

You do not need to turn your head.
Your pony tail was enough to make
this brush with which I render
the happiness that I hope
you'll see in your little screen.

I will stay hidden and quiet,
trying to remember your songs.
I will loose my fingers— relearning,
remaking the melodies and rhyme
that you've once planted
in my mind.

More later.
Perhaps.