night song

the keyboard is my piano
singing against the night
the long tunes melt into the wind
holding my tears, easing the voices
they cannot hear my night song
they cannot touch my flingers, as I play the chords
or understand my lyrics
their drunken distressed singing
falls away as the notes I compose
soar into the night sky.

Dwelling

The mountains curl around me like cushions, 

Pillowing my tired heart

A lone loerie goes about his daily routine

Habitual, non invasive

He is unaware of me as a witness

Remmebering after months,

Bird activity, sounds of small living

Life matters