Who Is It

In the quiet of the night, a gentle rap, A sound that echoes through the silent gap. A simple gesture, a call to engage, The herald of connection, on life's stage. With knuckles meeting wood, a rhythmic beat, A melody of human touch, so sweet. A knock upon the door, a secret code, Inviting in a friend or love's abode. Intriguing in its power to intrigue, A knock can bring a smile or make us grieve. A mystery in the making, yet to unfold, Behind that door, a story to be told. So, cherish every knock upon your door, For it's an invitation to explore. A chance to share, to laugh, or to console, A symbol of connection, making us whole.