Empty

Empty is the gallery,
paintings and strange forms,
photographs speechless in the darkness,
my stomach tied in a knot.

Paintings and strange forms,
I am distracted by a sound,
my stomach tied in a knot,
breathing tense and short.

I am distracted by a sound,
there is a distant laughing,
breathing tense and short,
shadow moves across the window.

There is a distant laughing,
photographs speechless in the darkness,
shadow moves across the window,
empty is the gallery.