Night Music on Ivy Drive


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

Pausing

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.

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