Music

The notes cry,

sighing

Cascading,

Falling like light

In a gentle room.

The piano,

She celebrates with me

As my fingers weave

to and fro

teasing the tune

that's waiting,

longing to be sung.

Then,

the words,

they arrive,

line by line,

 on an empty page,

a flurry of scribbles,

neat,

chosen,

fitted together

This page is becoming the song,

as the music rises,

Dancing

Alive,

one day to leave me,

to find

the open heart

Of one,

and another,

Prepared to listen..

To dance

And to be carried away.