You, fairest darkness
your ebony melts
like honey trickling from a comb.
The sounds of night—unseen.
I hold this moment.
My inhale—cascades down the keyboard.
Pregnant pause exhales long enough to
become a star.
Written and inspired under the wise tutelage of June Gould/Guest House 2017.
Mary Lindberg eloquently performed the piece “Nocturne” while the poem ‘played’ itself!