Kiss the Dark

My lips play words

Fondly in remembrance

My fingers dance

With subtlety

Through lanes of memories

Beethoven rings

Under my stifled sniffles

Bach performs

To the beat of my rolling tears

Your spirit and my soul merge

Melancholy becomes my blood

The ghosts of your touch

The phantom of your lips

You sit by me as I play

'Sonata' over and over

I move to the tune of YOU

I peel away the layers

Of broken rapture

You see, in your absence

My tears kiss the dark...

Not you...