"hoe krij ik weer bijeen wat ik
in het voorbijgaan achterlaat" - Miriam Van hee
hearing you play piano
stirred something inside
something deeper in thought
was it their songs too –
the people in pictures on walls
faces you look at until eyes tires?
does the music ring a bell –
is it a waltz with someone dear
maybe for a loved one lost
or a lost one loved?
their names cling to your lips
like scents of lavender
yet the answers are unclear
somehow i know each moment
and note holds something dear
when you journey at night
to a place where everything
becomes clear
©2009 Selwyn Milborrow
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