*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.