It fell bringing silence with it.
The ruffled rose on cold car door
The keys staring back at me
with an expecting patience
To play a beautiful melody.
But my trills, triplets, beats
Have left my memory.
I sit in the stilled room
with the cold wind racing in the open window
The white curtains float and fly
As to reach and caress the beautiful wood
Dressed in cream with pearls pinned in my hair.
A storm has just passed and it's quiet
The last bits of rain play as they fall.
Turning with a hopeful glint in my eyes
I climb out and run with bare feet and open arms