Arthritic fingers
seek the keys
to disengage some haunted strain
long locked away within his brain

the somber sounds
of ghostly chords
resolving not where time expects
as the player recollects

awayness
buried harmony
lost love no lyrics eulogize.
Old dissonance gives back young eyes

his thinning limbs
refreshed with strength
while wrists drift backwards unto tune
and magically the month is June.

Yes, there she stands
bright like before
enamored that she steps so near
when measures pleasure every ear:

found rhapsody
rejuvenating
resurrecting one last night
his music's muse by candlelight

her sway
beyond all metronomes
enchanting hands to scale and leap
to clutch such wonders none can keep

whole notes
sustaining
till
release

restoring
for a
moment
peace.

Here
no silence
holds the past

now melody
returns
at last.