The soft rain
has continued into nightfall.
From my window the candelabra
of moon and stars are the room’s
only illumination.

On such nights as this
sleep eludes me.
I sit by my piano
in the translucent moonlight.
I play the beautiful soulful
moonlight sonata.
It was her favorite piece.

My fingertips touch the keys
as softly as the moonlight
caressed her skin.

I am drenched in her memory.
She has been gone for so long.
Yet her vision is fresh
in my mind as yesterday.
It is locked in old memories.
in a place I always open on
nights such as this.
when old feelings will not sleep.

Outside my window the world
Is covered in pools
of silver moonlight.
All I can do is think and feel
of you
only of you.

You are far from me now
In place where
pain and darkness
do not exist.
Yet I feel you close by me

I know somewhere far above me
in this illuminated land.
Way beyond my mortal reach.
Your fingertips are pressed against
a distant window pane.
And my music is playing
in your heart.