I heard the notes you played,
So I lingered there.
The streetlight’s light around me illuminated
White tree branches against darkest sky.
I imagined the gloss of the piano
From soft lamplight, and
Your strong, slender fingers
Embracing each new measure.
My breath came sweet and soft,
Metered by the music.
I swayed, held the tree,
Pressed trembling arms on rough bark,
Hearing notes racing to crescendo.
I spun into your entryway
Just before ringing every doorbell
To find you.
But I stopped —
Put my hands in my pockets,
And ran childlike away
Piano keys playing my way home.