A Trick of the Light

I know it's just

A trick of the light

Falling through the window

Across the empty room

To where you sit

On a plastic chair

Playing that tune

But the dust is dancing

To the sound

Tombé

To the floorboards below

And I know

It's a trick of the light

A quirk of the late hour

And the notes

Falling

Where you sit

Playing that tune