Waking

Music drifts into the morning glow
a Chopin piano soft and low,
each note holding its breath until
it too drops into the pool so still.

All life suspended as music ripples
through the warming air, now stippled
by the rising sun upon my face
through the curtains glowing lace.

This moment  holds its gentle sway
over the unknown waiting day,
then life flows on, with music’s strain
carrying our hopes to begin again.

25.5.20

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