Bridgeport's Nocturne

As I sit here in the dark of night, Street lights shining ever bright, I write my heart out, with no contrite. A peaceful moment I’ve been waiting for years, For the first time, no hints of anger, no tears. I write a song, estranged, with this moment of chance, An Ode to my hometown, To whom I never gave a glance. I see with clarity, to finally think a second, With no disturbances, constantly peccant. Piano is my life, I play this song for God, Everything he gave me, everything I shod. I end this piece on a harmonic note, I shall leave the past behind, Grab life by the throat.