At my piano again
sleep unattainable
in this deluge of my memories.
Silence of the early hours
suiting my maudlin mood.
I am lost inside old thoughts of you..
Only of you.
Memories that cannot sleep call me
to share them one more time.

I play piano in the darkened room.
Only illuminated by
the candlelight of a bright moon.
What else can be my companion?
I find Chopin again his beautiful
Nocturne plays sweetly.

My fingertips softly caressing the keys
As they once did your skin.
I think he was in my state of heart
when he wrote this lovely reprise
it is so bittersweet.
How else could it touch my soul so?

As my eyes close
half in the bliss of sleep.
I see us together once again.
Not as the lifetime companions
But back across the faded years.
in the blooming May time of your life.

I feel you next to me
like a half forgotten tune
that is playing in my head.
Years pass that are as countless
as the blowing autumn leaves.

It is springtime.
You are wearing
your lovely blue gown.
So beautiful.
So much what I needed.

And I walk to you shyly.
Noticing your flicker of a smile.
The first words you shared with me.
Do you like Chopin sir?.
I replied
I love Chopin My lady.

Then we danced for a lifetime.
And I know again that somewhere
In a distant place beyond the clouds
far beyond my reach.
Where night and pain do not exist.
Your fingertips are pressed
against a faraway window pane.
And my music is playing
in your heart