KREATiV

I sit by the piano
and midnight passed
oh, hours ago.
I'm playing,
but cannot remember
the tune anymore.
My hands move
and flutter along keys.
Black and white,
there is no gray.
Dark and light,
the main trilling melody.
I fall with the tumble
of a spiral down to C...
up on A's, to B
and I don't know
where I'm going to end up.
A night janitor knocks lightly
on the door to my solitude.
My smile is welcoming,
I can feel the strain
of proper introduction bubbling inside,
but it's not expected so I don't,
even when we speak
for half an hour
about nothing at all.
Time, it's morning soon.
Time, it's time to go.
Keys of light beckon me
to stay with thoughts
and reverie.
There isn't time, enough.
World spins on and I
must sleep for a while.
But in my dreams,
this haunting melody
that I cannot remember,
chases my ghosts
away.