The whispering melody flowed from his fingers,
his keyboard answering his command,
painting pictures in my mind — of seclusion.
A lone first leaf of autumn fluttered down,
the leaf a forerunner of those to follow
still reflecting their colors on the still pool below.
A different place, another tree,
standing apart within its cloak
of thousands of leaves, a hundred colors
Mind takes me to a mountain lake,
an eaglet grasping hard the rim of its nest
as its parent demands first flight.
I am alone, but not lonely.
I am in those places.
where my heart had joined oneness
with nature’s beauty and its own quiet music.
Triggered by a current day artist playing Duke Ellington’s SOLITUDE