ImportantThings

This quiet morning starts
with the haunting piano 
of Satie and with 
each note and chord 
I can feel the 
resonance and harmony in 
my heart his music 
longs like faraway lovers 
whose souls used to 
sing but now weep 
like tulip petals which
gather at the bottom 
of a wilting stem 
having once known beauty 
like half eaten food
followed by door slams
and the heavy sigh
of love once known 
Satie makes me remember 
all of the things 
I thought I forgot 
Important things I’ll add
but then not really