And in this 
gloom day is 
here in mountains
piano hits harder 
than its usual 
it begs and 
beckons then runs 
away playing games 
with me I’m
too old to 
be a child 
I’ll just wait 
for the violins 
to sweep away 
clouds and piano 
you can play 
some other day

It’s the wee
we rarely see
those itty bitties
little morselly things 
crumbs and tidbits 
and little pecks 
of lasting love 
quick quiet quips
and butterfly touches 
things barely felt 
that have never 
ever been nothing 

I guess that 
some of us
are just better 
at standing in 
the middle of 
the torrent’s eye
and seeing beauty 
whilst others go
spinning around out
of our control 
hoping that they’ll 
land somewhere safely 
besides upon us 

Oh dear
oh dear
what do 
I do
maybe make 
one cup
maybe two 
the bed
is comfy
and coffee 
can wait 
give me 
the sugar 
of kisses 
oh do 
not hesitate 

As blue 
begins behind 
brown and 
between blinds
the many
little eyes 
of city
lights begin 
blinking hey
there handsome 
sleep well 
the lamp
tucked tightly 
behind begins 
to fade
like those 
who work
graveyard shifts 
calling it 
a day