Music Poem by George Tzouvaras

Lines, words
floodlight,
notes flickers in the soul
of a bound world
which tries to recover
from the eternal shock of loss
and the sweet violin plays
as our heart, with dreams
in the wet roads
as autumn rain
touch the chords of our desire
music sweetens
bitterness of our deserted
and scattered vision.
This piano plays its last notes
a half- empty glass of whiskey
a cigarette in an ashtray
and a semidarkness by smoke and music
lights your eyes
and I faintly disappear
in your touch.