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.