five minutes "Moonlight"

my life in blue light
silent something
some piano player
parable
gentle sorrow
rolling through the
un-kept libraries of sound
he never heard
a pipe between his lips
as tears roll down mine
and he moves down an octave
i cry for dwindling ecstasy
and this solemn
rythm
i think of angels and bog
falling
frozen and humble
in the midst of
masterpiece
trembling tingling fingers
wanting wonderous
beet.

god bless you mr .hoven