The view from the uppermost windows is of a silver landscape, fields smoothed with a white sheet, and the tops of the trees touched with a shiny paintbrush. Its brighter than daylight. You could walk anywhere.
There is still something missing.
“Everybody else has gone
But you’re still here with me
All the world is sleeping by and by
Through the windowpane
The frosted light is streaming in
Full moon sailing high across the sky”