I sit beside the piano
And wait for your return;
Strings of flowing soprano
Are all I can discern
Until you find me dancing
Under the neighbor's light
With nothing for enhancing
The will I have despite.
You tap me on the shoulder
And all I hear is you,
Ringing thick as smolder;
Welcome visit overdue.
Author notes
Well...that didn't turn out as well as I had hoped, but I hope you all like it anyway.
Oh right, the thing that puts me over my zenith is when inspiration pays me a visit. 
A contest entry
- Where are you when you're over zenith? by Over Zenith.
700 points, ended November 7, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Adding your comment: