Just moved in to 14G, so cozy, calm, and peaceful, heaven for a mouse like me. With quiet by the leaseful, pets are banned, parties too, and no solicitations. Window seat with garden view, a perfect nook to read a book, I'm lost in my Jane Austen when I hear, say it isn't so, not the flat below. From an opera wannabe in 13G, a matinee of some cantata, Wagner's ring and traviata. My first night in 14G, I'll put up with Puccini, brew myself a cup of tea, crochet until she's finished. Half past eight, not a peep, except the clock tick-tocking, now I lay me down to sleep. A comfy bed to rest my head, a stretch, a yawn, I'm almost gone, where? Now the girl upstairs wakes me unawares. Blowing down from 15G, her reveille, she's scatting like her name is Ella, guess who answers acapella? I'm not one to raise my voice, make a fuss, or speak my mind, but might I query, would you mind if, could you kindly stop? That felt good. Stop! 13, 15, 14G, our most unlikely trio, not quite three-part harmony, all day, all night we're singing. Stop! I might feel a peace and quiet, shout out loud I've changed my diet, all because of Fourteen! Jesus!!!