In the quiet hum of midday's grace, At my desk, I embrace my space. A sandwich sits, a humble king, While in my ears, the music sings. Beyond the glass, the world might shout, But here, I'm free, all noise tuned out. A symphony in solitude's reign, An office lunch, my own domain. Crumbs gather, papers stray, An orchestra in secret play. Though calls may come, with pleas and bids, This headphones' world gently forbids. So let the world with clangor turn, In silence sweet, for peace I yearn. With lunch in hand and tunes on high, To my own beat, the hours fly.