Sweet Music - Poem by Susan Casey
Last night you played on the piano keys of my heart
Unlocking the silent sonata within.
You died in my arms as I succumbed to the bow
Of your violin on my mood string of memory.
A crescendo of melody haunted the room
And I raised voice for my solo,
An operatic part that reached the heights,
Making heaven blush as the windows within shattered.
The glass falling to earth as pure driven snow and creating
Beauty around us without and within.
You my maestro, directing and playing.
Struck a new note!
A blues note.
Took me all in from that soul filling overture that melted,
Smelting new instruments unfamiliar, yet dearer to me.
Winding down manuscripts ancient yet similar to places
I have visited and places not found yet,
Hidden still deep in the recess of mind.
As we come close together and finally reach the cadence.
We both feel sanity chastened, as we wait with impatience
Whispering in chorus for a sweetened encore.
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