Watch petals fall;
red velvet fades
into nostalgic refrain,
the crush and call
of time wilting.

PetalsCaress keys
to offer comfort;
enchant the

Listen for the
scents of rose water
and honeyed suckle.

Blue eyes can’t
reflect new bud.
This simple
sight is lost
on toughened skin.

With the promise
of  morning melody
petals are scattered
on black and white keys
and hardwood floors.
They will not return
to perfect bloom;
only remembered
as illusive tune.