Misty moon
Light sharp through the glass
Window standing over the piano
Midnight finds a shadowed man

The digits limping over keys
They paint in rhythm, a beautiful melody
Nocturne-- darkest navy with twinkling white
Swirling black like pools of night

Up rises a wave of that heavy ink,
It sinks
When quelled
by periwinkle breeze.

The man, the grand, the coffee
Table--
The moon, the breath of Gabriel--