A haircut

The sound of the scissors
as they cut through the silence
and through her hair
soothed the woman who sat
on a green wooden chair

♫ ♫ ♫

A bit of talk
now and then

until
the song of the clippers,
the handles gently being squeezed,
the cutter and comb sliding back and forth,
stilled the slow flow of words,

the improvised rhythm,
irregular and calming,
captured their attention and nurtured
the peaceful vibe

♫ ♫ ♫