A Little Night Music

In this time of no live music, no concerts, I am entertained daily by the sound of a train whistle, woo-wooing, a slow serenade, adagio, growing in intensity, a blaring horn, the rise and fall of a contra-alto, a bass beat trilling inside of me, reaching a crescendo, that sudden place

both empty and full, blowing out all the stops
the sound riding on the wind, full of melancholy, regret

so sorry, so sorry, so sorry

The last note of the orchestra, echoing like a memory
A thread pulling me along, my heart in its grip
Hush, a lullaby, falling, falling
I fix dinner, the train radio left on to keep me company

Moonrise, the whistle fades, leaving with the last light


Now time for the crickets in the cracks of the patio, starting to tune up