The Last Waltz

The old mans fingers
moved delicately
on the piano keys.
Drifting into old
memories once more.
Always of you my darling.
Only of you he mused.

How swiftly the years
had drifted by.
Countless days like leaves blowing
in November winds.

How long had she gone now?
His memory lost such detail
The beautiful Chopin Nocturne
Flowed into the evening air.
Through his open window
into the moonlight

Open perhaps so
she could hear him play
in that distant place
that knew no pain or darkness.
He felt her close this night.

Then as he glanced into the garden
He saw her there
so lovely so beautiful.
She was young
and as he remembered her
on their long ago wedding day.

He stepped from the piano
and reached out his arms to her.
She came to him
and they embraced.
A kiss he had yearned
for so long.

I missed you so much
he whispered quietly
And then realised
he was young and handsome
So strong
no longer frail and old.

He turned to see the old man
sleeping at the piano.
She took his hand
and said softly
you don’t need it
anymore my love.
we are together.

And together they walked
through a misty pathway
in the clouds beyond the stars
to a place
where the sun always shone,
and the beautiful music
played forever.