Adagio Poem by Elizabeth Shield

Can you hear the rain?
Outside these stone walls, in stormy refrain
it beats against the panes. But you,
continue with the ivory keys,
aiming to please. You complete
marvellous melodies with each additional note.
You don't even need to speak a word.

You cast your gaze outside, into
the wide continuous cascade, and
cold water meets focus
in the reflection, in your eyes.

Thin fingers and slim form, bent,
hunched in concentration. Lips
firmly pressed. But do not fret,
if you mess up, I will not like you less.
I must confess, I like the rain though
it may leave me cold
and wet.

It's not conditional. Just let me fall,
into your music, into the tune,
and maybe soon into your arms.
It isn't far.

This autumn, when the cold rain
drips off the leaves, grant me
a brief reprieve, from my busy mind
and weave, me a succulent song,
until the time comes. Until
the setting of the sun,
be mine.