Vinyl Interlude

The moonlight, it carries me

Along a walk, once beside a stranded sea
To a lovers’ park and a lonely oak and wrought iron bench
That waits so patiently
Beneath love’s sheltering tree
For this very evening – these trembling two -
To freely share a single moment of their life
And so briefly join the passing silhouette
Of a summer evening

I am listening, tonight, all alone,
To a song written so long ago
A song of moonlight and timid stars that hide;
A song of passersby that laugh aloud and dance
And lark about - all to mislead trailing love,
And cheat romance of their broken hearts;
A song of tiny tears of joy that find their way
Beneath dry masks
And fall softly in the stillness

I am listening, for a pause-
A vinyl interlude, a kind, subtle kiss that I know
Will not empty, for even now it is being filled with meaning;
Like the rustling of fresh sheets, the shuffling of a few notes,
This sound is just a whisper, a simple temporal susurration
That will not be missed in a world where the needle
Is forbid to touch
Time’s dusty record in that tiny interval, so very brief,
That separates the words of love spoken
In the moonlight

                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

Inspired by the poetry of Paul Verlaine and the music of Claude Debussy 

and a special evening with the beauty who is now my wife

I recommend you listen to this while reading:
Clair de Lune