© R.L.K.
1.
Noticing things:
the moonlight
spilling through the trees,
the train rails
disappearing in the distance,
the music of the words
chosen to say
what there is
to say,
Days, moments,
seconds,
quickly fading.
2.
Piano practice tonight:
strange the way the notes become tunes
and start to sound familiar,
sad when they bring
thoughts of the past --
people, things… gone.
The sun shines,
the rain falls;
some of us remain.
That’s philosophy for you,
there’s a lyric for the tune
everyone sings.
