A Morning

I woke up this day
to meet my routine:
of mindless clatter,
and muffled chatter-
of keys and notes and
static on my screen;
Numbing my mind,
nibbling my thoughts.

There I sat waiting,
waiting for nothing.
There I sat lost,
lost in my head;
Lost of the memories-
of the days that past:
yellow meadows yonder,
yellow warmth of wonder.

What is it that changed??

Melancholy, 1894 by Edvard Munch