Someone Is Playing Clair De Lune

In my deep melancholy  of the summer night.

Sitting alone by the edge of the sea.

Thoughts of lovers never met

leave me weeping in my solitude.

In the distance someone is playing

Clair de Lune on a piano.

Each baited note reaches my soul.

Eyes flood as the melody is

dripping like teardrops into the waves.

I can feel their fingers

caressing my heart.

Someone is playing

Clair de Lune on a piano;

My emotions are floating

on its haunting  lullaby.

I need the sultry night air

to sooth my broken soul.

Reflections of moon and stars

on the silent sea.

Uneasy at this intrusion

but spellbound.

It is beautiful delicate and soulful.

In the distance on this summer night

Someone is playing Claire de Lune.

And my soul is aching