This may be a little mushy for some, but I enjoyed myself when I wrote it a couple of years ago. The rains seem to have arrived at last, and I need to update my blog, so here it is...
Rain washes my window pane
Like the tears that bathe my face;
The muted rhythm of raindrops falling
Only echoes the half-forgotten music
Playing in my mind,
Music I never heard
Except deep within my heart,
Yet my every waking moment
Is haunted by those notes.
I see you, an ephemeral shadow,
Sitting by the piano,
Lost in the symphony of timeless Time.
The soft breeze caresses your hair
While you play for no audience
But the velvet blackness of night.
Clear, pure, like the tinkle of glass
Your notes fill my silence,
And the rain merges with your music
To heal my soul once more.
I become the keys your fingers awaken,