Morning Rain (poem)
Dec 25, 2021
I will never be the same…
She stands there — by the paned window
as cascading rivulets of rain
run the course of their uncharted journey
in complete and beautiful silence
on the other side of the window.
Inside — the patrons remain in awe…
of the lingering lyrical magic
rendered as her sensitive fingers
caressed each element of the instrument
of her passion with assertive precision.
Haunting melodies and whimsical tunes
filled each corner of the receptive chamber
while she performed a symphony of love
on that gray and drizzled day…
and — I will never be the same.
Note after sensuous note took us
on a fairy-tale ride to majestic mountains
sunlit endless beaches of white
and vibrant valleys of brilliant green;
as she played intimate tag with — the morning rain.
