All afternoon the rain falls.
I sit at the piano and play.
As softly as the falling raindrops
It is Claire de lune.
It plays in my  head all day
It was your favorite piece.
Through my window
the world is dressed in olive green.
It was on such days
we walked together in the rain.
The mist falling over the trees
The moments of gentle tranquility
Shared quietly
the only communication.
The senses through our fingertips.
as we held hands.
You always held my hand on walks.
More as sign that I belonged to you.
As I always have even now so long
after you have gone.
Somehow in ways I do not know.
My fingers play the beautiful
melody that you loved
And I know in a world
far away from mine.
Where lives no pain or darkness.
You are placing your fingertips
on a distant window pane.
And my music will be
Playing in your heart.