I enter the room to see you seated at the piano, playing a sweet song that echoes off the wood floors and makes the wind dance with the curtains by the open windows...
It goes outside and among the trees and all is silent to listen to this song of love, peace, calming nature and beauty.
The sun seems to make the leaves of the trees shimmer in agreement to the beautiful melody as if saying "yes... this is what life sounds like." I am amazed as I peek my head in to catch a glimpse of you at work orchestrating the heavens.
I take off my socks and push back the door slowly as to not interrupt the song
Bad Dream
You invite me to visit,
I have missed you, for so so long.
I finally get to you but you are with him.
Who is he? Where did he come from? Does he know you like I do?
You turn to him first, before I had a chance,
I sit by the side and watch you dance, with him.
I listen to you and you go on about how sweet, kind, caring, awesome.... he is.
It hurts. Ouch. Please stop.
You go with him, wish that smile was for me,
I watch but don't follow, it's painful.
I now leave alone; it feels like hell.
But at least you're in heaven.
Nightmare