A Dance With Brahms Poem by john tiong chunghoo

Brahms, your notes wrap me
in a furry furry heartwarming blanket
i walk the rainy snowy streets you
plucked your music from

i would have loved to sit you down
for coffee to help put in some cream
in your search for those right notes

but then i would not, for fear
you would miss the rain where your
meticulous shine and music ingenuity
would light up each droplet so that
they come to us like comforting stars

solitary your flowing notes walk the
lanes of our hearts but with a grandiose
that unleashes a dose of warmth for
wandering souls - they are so difficult
to keep wrapped up