5/26/19

This old piano that was gifted now sits muted.
I'd play a song if only the mood would allow me too.
I know you'd close your eyes and hum along.
Gosh, how inspiring you were.
Back and forth we go.
Catching the moments when the sun dips down far enough to extinguish all natural light.
The first true breaths of twilight.
"Madness" is all you'd say with a smile.
I'd laugh along not knowing where I was head.
Nor where I'd go.
Who'd I'd be with.
And when I'd finally had to let go.
Now, I only wish to lately parley in hopes to rekindle what's now gone cold.
A selfish desire I must say.
Yet the only desires I find myself resting upon.
So I'll leave this room, this idea, our distant worlds in it's peace it's found.
No songs for today.