A most elegant broken-
gait melody by key
my melancholy love,
Nocturne #15 in
F Minor speaks
my dusty soul,
Opus 55 #1.
My soulful pain
written in tones
by the romantic
one named Chopin
Showed me his room.
Said, “sit anywhere.”
“I saw no chair”
so I walked upon
a road isn’t it good?
Tonight alone I saw
the bright moon
so good.
I slept in a burrow
and woke up good.
:: 10-13-2014 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 