Epistle 1:Dear Neighbour,
I can still hear your high heels clicking on the stark stone floor,
That's why I bought you slippers so you can change them at the door,
Do you ever use them? Not even late at night!
I've told you how it wakes me up because I sleep so light,
When your friends come over, please tell them to be quiet when they leave,
Listening to their chattering keeps me awake & is hard to believe,
Please turn down your music -I've told you time after time,
I have to work so early what you're doing is really a crime,
Since you moved in, your life soundtrack has become my life-long-song
Could I just get one good night of sleep would that really be so wrong?
Mac (from flat B)
Epistle 2:
Dear Neighbour,
I'm sorry to have to write to you but you're doing it again,
Listening to your daily sounds tap dancing on my brain,
Music loud in the middle of the night, flamenco dancing 'til dawn,
So tired now that the devil himself has to stop to take a yawn,
Please think of me your neighbour, remember I live here too,
I've asked you & I've begged you, What more do you want me to do?
a crash a cry.......,
..........a thump goodbye,
Mac (from Flat B)
Epistle 3:
Dear Neighbour,
Still not even a word, how long must I wait?
My anxious mind, my wringing hands imagining my fate!
Your mail piles up on the hall floor,
Blocking the light from under your door,
I did ask you nicely, I wrote, but you didn't seem to care,
I've rinsed & I've scrubbed my hands but the blood it is still there,
What am I to do with this guilt deep in my soul?
Taunting me, accusing me, when I buried you in that hole,
But the walls they are so peaceful now, I cannot hear a sound,
As silent as the earth must be, deep down underground,
And the floors they are so quiet, I know it was for the best,
Yet every time your door bell rings my heart beats out my chest,
I am anxious but free whilst you are 6 feet deep,
I'll handle the guilt now I can finally get some sleep
Mac (from flat B)

