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tonight the house is empty
my spacious cedar home
filled with windows looking onto life
warm persian rugs underfoot
and welcoming candlelit space
for those I cherish
where are the people sharing my world?

midnight has long since chimed
restlessness brings me again to the piano
in the conservatory filled with orchids
and playing softly to the night clouds
I whisper improvisations and melodies
the stars will steal in order to shine
through the ebony night
and the moon will whiten more than ivory
bringing rays of hope to the silent night

the house is empty, yet as I rise
serene after my serenade
my presence disturbs only
the blue TV flicker illuminating the parlor
and as I lean into the night
from the open window
on the landing of the wrought iron staircase
instead of hearing the nightingale’s lonely trilling
people gathered in the park below
applaud warmly



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[2007.8.2…d]