Today,it rained. I sat down at my piano, And composed her an apology.
The patter of rain.
I looked outside, And saw a tempestuous spillage of emotions, And an unambiguous uttering of poetic truth; That I never could discover on my own– I saw the trees tell me explicitly. God has His ways. It was one.
I never would have guided, My ever-so-guarded heart– To yield with all honor retained, And accept this silent insatiable feeling– Love. It always had been love; That defeated time, In the want of immortality, In the pursuit of eternity; That was abundant in scarcity, And that sat like one timid angel, In the abyss of my heart, And lit it up.
Today, it rained. I sat down at my paino, And felt eternal in the silence between the notes.
Tomorrow, it will rain. I will sit down at my piano, And sing a song to the moments of eternity, That God makes us experience, Wearing this mortal suit; In the name of love.