Music

People walking down lamplit streets,
listening to the song that saunters out of the cafe;
they feel the sweetness of the music,
the wordless song that somehow makes them sad inside
and at the same time smile.

How impossible it seems,
so soft,
and so melodious,
and then the soft light applause
from those nearby.

The instrumentalist breaks into a nostalgic piece,
and the room draws quiet again;
windows draw crowds,
and people stop
and come near to listen.

It's twilight
as this mysterious enchantment
rests over the city.

It feels like rain,
soft sweet morning dew,
when you are safe inside,
there's warm food cooking,
and people you love all around.

And the bland, blank city disappears,
and the world is flush with memories,
of mother, father, brother.

And you hold their hands,
and you kiss them each one by one,
and you say goodbye yet again
as the song draws to a close.

The city comes back,
dark,
and cold,
and lonely.


And you cry.