Over the Music

soft violin chords

play upon the air

a lullaby in c-minor

but over the music

i can hear the pitter patter

of raindrops

falling

against the windowpane

in the distance,

the clouds are having a conversation

mumbling among themselves

like old housewives gossiping

i strain to listen to their mutterings

for clouds must know so many things

but clouds are fickle,

and don’t divulge their secrets lightly

the quiet voices fade

i’m left with soft violin chords

and the soft pitter patter

of raindrops

falling

against the windowpane

and suddenly those are the loneliest sounds in the world