For You: la canzone della pioggia
listening to the notes
Of a lonesome jazz man
she sat staring at her shadow
wishing for this song
to not end in broken heart aches
his saxophone played
to the raindrops
darting upon the curtain
of her open window
the air was cooler
in the night,
in the soft rain falling
as she reached out
to catch each note
raising above the streets
and through the trees
to her balcony.
'i want to embrace these notes
and make love to them'
she said to her shadows
which danced upon the wall
from the lights of passing cars.
each raindrop, ran down her cheek
like tears of sweet honey
she tasted, sanctified in its giving.
the day was ending soon,
the night would welcome the silence,
the jazz man would find his home
as she found hers
in the peaceful songs
that became her bed
as sleepy eyed
she tiptoed softly humming
and smiling on the way.