Itwasjus-itwasjus-- It was just me and the hall. I've not seen This Woman for some time And I wonder how she is today. I'd recognize her if I saw her Even if I'd forgotten her name. I'd recognize the way she stood. I'd recognize her hair. This Woman has a name And This Woman has a history And This Woman has a face behind the mascara And I have looked in her eyes Even if I have not known her history Or much of it. I used to janitor the church And This Woman lived there, Not welcome really But How could I be Christ-like And say "Get outa'here!"? Peggy said "It's hard Butwehavetoprotect-wehavetoprotect We have to protect our little old ladies too." One Saturday afternoon I heard music in the Fireside Room, Piano music from the piano Tim brought Because he did not have room for it at home. This Woman was playing One careful note As lucid as her eyes-- Have I mentioned her eyes? They are gray as I don' know They aren't granite or a stormy ocean But more like the Ozarks When the trees, bluffs and river Are a long way away. That's her eyes, a lucid distant gray. Dan thinks she's intelligent. He told me of her family and history degree. "She knows every note and word" he said, And he named some piece and composer of theater. Three o'clock one morning, I looked up from mopping And This Woman was there in the hall with me. "Hi!" I said, "The building's closed y'know." "Ok." she said. I concentrated on the floor When I looked up Itwasjus-itwasjus-- It was just me and the hall.