Luna’s song
In the distance, a lone cello is playing The forgotten song of my heart Warm, earthy, like vapors after a summer rain Rising from the stoney paths Where years ago, our hands met. Muffled echoes of plaintive sighs Escaping from the empty, cavernous space Where my heart, loving you then, once throbbed Each low, pianissimo tone caressing the scars Of my wounds long healed. Staccato notes, teasing the corners of my mouth Waking up the smiles that once Contained our secrets Staining my mouth once more With lies disguised as fervent kisses Abruptly, the mournful melody dies. Just a few measures short Of its awaited, dulcet ending Only your mute music lingers And stays to embrace my heart.