dribble, dribble
tap tap tap
on the window panes
the dark cloudy sky
fill my veins
with vapor from a hot cup of coffee
soaring up to my face
filling my nose
letting tears flow from my face
I whisper so gently
as none could hear
what I was about to say
with pride no longer in the way
with gritted teeth
and humble shame
I cry for you
I call out your name
I long for you
and things to be the same ...

With the taps of the keys
and puddles pooling
with runs of the strings
and droplets swaying
with sounds so maternal so soothing
a song plays,
ever so know
yet not a single note
out of place
with every stroke,
the fingers play
from a raging storm  
relentless unity
to  a tranquil dance
every  so changing
with every note
an understanding

your mind
a world of complexities and unfiltered fantasies
A land of daydreams and endless possibilities
a rhyme within your being
with no reason nor understanding
a beautiful land yet unseen by many
with rivers of truth and streams of deceit  
a story yet not told
but with every single beat
a different saying
shall follow your feet
along the path
for which you seek
nostalgic tunes and reverent speech
your eyes do-follow
with eerie awe
of a world of wonder yet not achieved
a world not of today nor last week
no day the same no matter
how it seems
a truth fulfilled by one's perception
a second thought
or  absolute assumption
the minds greatest secrets
held within your reach
a wish
a desire
a reality all for you to keep