Would you improvise with me?
It could be a simple symphony,
A cacophony of stars in melted blue,
Swirling winds and moonlight too,
Shades of night, a pallet in our hands
Complex melodies like falling grains of sand,
Thick like smoke, will you hold this tune?
That weaves around the lonely room,
Fingers deep in a cascade of champagne
Waterfall, bright, diamond cold rain.
Would your piano play classical?
Or would it fall into the fantastical,
On its knees into a dream that we both feel
One we could keep but never make real,
Is that not what music is for?
An ephemeral, erotic, opening of the dawn,
Why the feminine notes float I do not know
But I know they cause no ripples to grow
And spread over your silver trading rivers,
Ships, golden as a waltz, send shivers
Down the wire spines that move as we move
In this inferno, this ballroom of truth.
I hold the notion that it is quiet now,
Listen with me, silently, it is quiet now.