Sadness seeps in and

Covers my heart.

No reason, nothing has changed,

Maybe that’s the reason?

Ceiling fans hum and night moths

Flutter against the window glass.

Sweet violin music floats

Through my room and head

And brings me to a place

Of tears and beauty.

A classic combination that takes me

With it every time.

Please, shut it off, dry my tears

Turn off the light,

Set the moths free.