Piano Rain

 

The piano notes fall through the air

Soft drops of rain that kiss

My soul and bathe my body

Wash the dust and grit

From eyes and grit

From eyes and hair.

 

They cover me with a cool and gentle spray

Enveloping my senses with a cloak

Of gentleness

Calling up flowers around my feet

And making rivulets of melody

On which the gondolas of my dreams

Float with a rhythmic ease.

 

Cascades of notes

Pour down the gutters of anxiety

Thinning the sludge of grime of pain

Till all runs clear and sweet.

 

I see through windows blurred with drops

The landscape of resentment melt

Into a world of lovely lines

Such as a man might see

In sudden unaccustomed tears.

 

“Breakthru”