In the night the songbird sings
Of love and passion
and wedding rings.
The shadows playing
on the walls
Sing their songs
of ending calls

Come to me
in sunlit dreams
where all is right
and what it seems
For hearts that are broken
in heated fire
come back alive
in nighttime desire

In the darkest hours of the night
I sit at the piano.
sleep is now for another time.
Inside of me
I am lonely in way
that no closeness can mend.

I play chopin's nocturne.
Just like I used to play it for you.
before I lost you.
Touching the keys as softly
as you once touched my skin.

Through the open window
My nocturne joins the noises
of the woodlands.
The milk toast pools of moonlight
gather in our pathway.

The melody is sweet now
And pouring melancholy
Into my veins.

All I can feel is you.
I know that in that illuminated
World that knows no pain or sadness
You have your hand pressed against
a window,
And my music is playing in your heart

My mother used to bake cookies with me when I was young
Intricate designs of colored icing that varied with the seasons.
They were always perfect and looked far to good to suffer the crime of eating.

For half a century I always baked cookies for the holidays
Whilst my children grew tall and independent with no apparent
Interest in baking

As the pale blue winter light falls into my kitchens I see myself
Cutting shapes and painting colors a silhouette on the shadows of the wall.

Placing the last cookie into a Christmas scene can I
Arive at the hospital and sit next to her in the ICU
I see her frailness the alarm in her eyes as she recognises me
But is yet unable to enunciate her thoughts.

Silence as loud as thunder fills the room the seams of the walls are stretched to their limits.
The outer limits beep of the monitor acknowleging her heartbeats
Counting down each one until the last.

I miss our intimacy in that long ago kitchen
And  the random thought enters my mind
I am her only child and she is my only mother.

The monitor rings an alarm a code blue
Signalling the end of her like the end of a football match.
I feel the loss of her like a razor blade cutting my flesh.

And as I leave her for the last time
There seems to be a a mortality in the measured unknown days ahead and the cans of cookies yet to be baked.

The book of love is singing
all of loves sweet songs.
It's pages turn so sweetly
Its stories old and long

I watch you by the firelight
reading our book again.
Illuminating love in the dark night
reading to me loves bright flame.

I love it when you read to me
of our love of long ago.
With words  as deep and soft
as the gentle falling snow.

The music in the book
sings songs of loves refrain.
I need your sweet voice singing
oh! sing to me again.

Never lose our book of love.
Our stories will never grow old
I love it when you read to me.
More than riches, wealth and gold.

It was  dark when she got home
from her work.
He was waiting under the
old converted gas street lamp.
Its gentle light framing a  
halo about his beautiful face.

Hi he whispered like
nothing had ever happened.
Hi, she said softly back to him.
Tossing her hair back and  
showing him her prettiest smile.

I missed you, he whispered.
I wasn’t enough for you before
you left me, remember
She said,
wanting to hurt him
even if only a tiny fraction  
Of the way that he had hurt her.

He gave her that smile
The one that had made
her undress for him
a thousand times.
Can I come up he asked?

His crystal gray eyes
sparkled in the soft light.
She led the way
up to her small walk up flat.
He followed her.
And once more he took her
to her bed.

In the night
when the peaceful reunion
dream had ended.
She awoke  

And heard the door
click quietly closed.
She knew he was gone
and that he would be back
again someday.
He would tear open
her wounded heart.
And she knew
that she would let him in.

They said I was made for quieter scenes
That you would cause explosions
all around me.

That your bag is packed with dynamite
And one day I would light a match
And be blown away to infinity.

So what,
if that fire is my destiny
Then bring it on
let it come
my house and burn its light.

For living without you
Would be visiting beautiful
Dangerous places
only in a travel brochure.

Now I will follow you anywhere
into the fires of the earth
and be knocked down
By it fury and beauty.

And if you ever tire of me
And leave me back in
the abyss of conventional life.
I shall still be content
and have not one regret.

For I would have explored
all the beauty
of this dangerous planet.
And it was you
who took me there,

Starlight Blues

Starlight creeps quietly
into my room
It's soft footsteps
are familiar
To me.

They are like yours
And the glaring moon
smiles at my
sad confusion.

Before the night Is broken
And the sky turns to a time
Where light has extinguished
the mocking heavens.

And your ghost
Fades into the daylight.