Saturday, April 05, 2008


What song is that the rain
plays on the window glass?
A long untuned piano
plinks random notes against
orchestral thunder.

Tell me again of love
and all it promises;
tell me who writes such empty
concertos of the night.
I'll listen this time

and try to understand
its nuanced rhythms yet.
Then maybe we can dance
our uncertain tango
when next it rains.

Stephen Brooke ©2008

Okay, it's not much but at least I wrote something.

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