A faucet weeps,
"Though I am steely and cold,
Something inside of me has given way...
Pity me in my desolation;
Now that tears have come,
I cannot stop them."
The basin says,
"I am empty.
I am a porcelain chasm of need;
And though you give me your endless tears,
Still I cannot ever be filled."
"Is anyone there?" asks the mirror.
"Although I reflect all who stand before me,
I can only listen;
I wonder sometimes,
Am I really here at all?"
A pretty woman wearing a silk kimono walks in...
She smiles at the mirror,
Places a stopper in the sink,
Turns on the tap and holds her beautiful, delicate hands in the stream
of warm water.
She thinks illogically to herself,
"I think my bathroom loves me;
Celebrates my arrival."
And then her soft laughter
Rings pleasingly off every surface
Of her little domain.