Heavenly Reprise

There is music everywhere
It exist in the wind
The russling barley fields
The tapping of raindrops.
The creaking of a hinge
And inside my heart.

The notes of chopin's
Beautiful Nocturne
Melt in the air of the open windows
Moonlight guides its journey
Under a candelabra of starlight.

This night is lost for Sleep
Only the dulcet melancholy
Of my fingers whispering their delicate
Touch upon the keys of my piano
As softly
as they once touched
your skin my love.

A breeze lifts each note
Far beyond the spangled
night sky.
Milktoast puddles of moonlight
Reflect their leaving this world.

The gentle flow of Chopin
Weeps like my soul.
At the loss of you.
A loneliness that
no company  can repair.

The music I play is for you
My love
Only for you.

And I know
That in a distant world
That knows no darkness or pain
Your fingers are pressed
upon a window.
And my music
Is playing in your heart.