Somewhere

I sit in a lovely, little apartment,
looking through an open window out into the night.

I hear the clanking of silverware,
the white-noise of chatter,
laced with the swirling, sweet melodies emanating from the Sax player's horn.

This place is a dream. 

I'm dreading the day I have to wake up.

* Somewhere - Leonard Bernstein 

[West Side Story]