While Listening To Time

There it was,

again,

a reminder

seems steeping,

nearly scalding water,

the verses played on and on,

like droplets, an emotional victory,

my intuition lay so naked

surroundings familiar,

I played the violin

mindful song

again,

There it was

second

all it took,

a simple thought

I could travel then, away

for miles while a melody played

inside my heart a resonate

reminder of (her) a love

mindful splendor

now stay a

second.

There is when

soft

a single note,

a sudden urgency

a crying, mellow solace …

certainly the beauty in emotion

drawn by the keys of a piano, torn …

There it is,

then.