Music in the key of Midnight
You are alone at midnight
and the music plays,
loud and rhythmic,
never in a straight line,
like love, full
of crescendos and soft whispers,
of darkness and fireworks,
magnificent and tender
with a fiery heartbeat of passion
underlying it all, reminding you
that you are never
ever
alone,
that your heart soars
with every memory, each
a blazing fire
that dances long after the moon has fallen.
About this poem
I remember love. I bet you do too.
The painting is one of mine, called Fugue.
Tom
Quarry House 
I do but that’s another poem about fear.
I do remember love, how it makes every problem in the world seem minute. How it made you feel safe, like you belonged.
Safe. Oh yes.
I remember. Oh, how I remember. As scary as it is I would eagerly reach for its beautiful promise again.
Beyond beautiful…absolutely perfect. You know it well.
This poem it’s really beautiful. The way you describe music i simply loved it. There’s some really great imagery here. Awesome 🙂