December 3, 2001 (idea)

I woke thinking of you
And music
Piano keys that tickle the floorboards
And an oboe that rattles the light fixtures over the den
The sounds of violins down the hallway
and soft drum echoes around the walls
And I can feel them on the headboard
as I lean against it
Smelling the indented pillow you left behind
Before you got up
to make coffee & the soundtrack to our morning