And there

Across ivory

His fingers

Danced his

Face reminded

Me of

Children in

Spring rain

Singing to

The sounds

Of Heaven

And as

I awoke

A barren

Field lay

Before absent

What was

Once humidity

Now chills

A dampness

Of basements

And hideaways

Windy memories

Light snow

Or ash

Only remains

Of fires

Which once

Crackled warmth

A veil

Spun of

Words cloaks

My face

Perhaps one

Day I

Will learn

That silence

Truly does

Roar louder

And there

In lies

My chagrin

A promise

Made too

Soon whispered

Words heavy

As stones

Rubble upon

Which to

Build or

Stumble perhaps

A wall

Or a

Foundation or

Nothing at

All now