Plangency

"Plangency"
If ever 
there was a space 
where my sorrow was beautiful,
   it would be there
   next to your piano,
letting its notes 
   paint out loud
   the melancholy in heart
   for all to hear,
allowing my sorrow 
to be spun into 
fine silk 
of black crushed velvet
sheening in melody and rhythm.

Closing my eyes
swirling inside a dream within a dream,
knowing if I were
to wake up tomorrow 
and grab a moment
from the infinitely cascading 
reflections of thoughts,
I would still hear 
your piano notes 
in all my waking moments.

-Armando Torres