The lights dim. I seat her
At our table. I am younger
Then, smiling, full of music –
Singing softly so only she
Can hear – smiling and she
Smiles too, catching her breath
As she does. Beauty is thrown
Down and we take it up. Which
Ever way we turn the light’s
Brighten. Then comes the drum,
Cymbals, sax and trumpet. Then
Keys thunder and outside rain
Begins to fall. We step out
In night-air crisp and wet
Hiding tears she shed that
Night which won’t come back
Again, nor smile nor hear her
Catch her breath as all
About is thunder and lightning
As we dream leaving me to sing
Songs not even she can hear.
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