Cocooned

the words fall over the cliff of my lips and as they fall they die. nothing says the way I feel except your lullaby. the one your old piano plays late on a winter's eve, I lie upon your dark green rug and blend into the weave. To get as close to nothing underneath the notes that fall,...... I watch your fingers bring to life the memory of it all...... the tears we cried for daughters, who flew off to the sun, so clever in their feathered cloaks intent on having fun. oh sweet Moonlight Sonata, you wrap me all around, cocooned in friendship's loving hands and music's soothing sound.