In the night hours
the feelings glow.
So brightly, that sleep
is now, so far away.

I play chopin's nocturne
It is beautiful
the piano plays as softly
as your fingers
once touched my skin.

Outside the Silvered moonlight spills in milk toast pools on the pathways.
And the nightbird sings my grief
To the heavens that have taken you.

A loneliness that no company
can break
fills me with old memories.
Of you, my love,
only of you.

I reach for your picture on the night table.
I kiss you through the cold glass.
And hold you
close to my heart
.
And I know in that illuminated world that knows no pain or darkness.
You can feel my heart
still beating for you.