4th Floor Serenade


It’s like you’re placing
every song
from the soundtrack
of her life in the air,
for people on the street
to hear
and remember their own scenes
accompanied by these lyrical sounds;
when the notes invade
their preoccupation,
it is when they pause.
She loves the public diversion,
the melding of street noise
with the serenade through the
Parquet floor that supports her feet
and covers your head.
It is so complicated and simply sweet;
of all of the things to communicate with
your mind to her heart,
you unwittingly have chosen
the one that enunciates the loudest.
She doesn’t know you
her eyes have glimpsed your
form once
but she feels gratitude
and stops to grin in wonder.
For in the selection of resonant
riffs and hooks
that you use to inspire yourself
she sees a comrade
a co-conspirator
who never needed to see, touch, hear or
miss her
to understand.