My Very Late Thots

The piano rolls under my fingers, its moans those of a lover who aches to be touched, its body eager to be played upon, its soul pouring forth in a language only I understand because we are one tonight. I listen for the familiar tones, the deep and resonant tones, the sighs and sounds that only a lover knows.

Tonight I am the one who plays to the moon and basks under the stars. Tonight I am the dew upon the grass, the thoughts within your soul, the warmth that creeps up your spine and spills over into a world few people ever hear.

Tonight the world is without boundaries, without walls, without limits. Tonight love, born on the wings of a dream, rises into a universe as naked and vulnerable as the day it was born.

And then ...... it is time to sleep......