Comments about Mike Murphy
The chimes in the study intrigue me most,
Hiding away like a misplaced ghost.
Curiosity bites I need no invite,
The creaky door opens, the clock in sight.
A fire burns with a fierce rage,
Casting shadows on an eerie stage.
The chimes sing out hypnotic and bold,
And the chill in my spine runs deep and cold.
Majestic in its place on the mantle shelf,
Regal in design and displaying its wealth.
Grandfather at his desk is past unseen,
Watching me with his smile so serene.
The clock strikes eight but sings no more
Grandfather now stands...