"Last Night Here"

Fingertips

Brushing lightly across

The ivory keys.

The notes float

Softly to my ears.

That same song,

Just once more.

I look up

With a flutter of my lashes

Over my soft brown eyes.

As my fingers dance across the notes,

I see you sitting there.

You are always there.

But this time,

You move to stand

And walk to the piano.

You wave to me,

Placing your shy eyes on

My blushing face.

Did you know that I had mine on you?

Your midnight hair

Falls to cover your face,

And you turn and walk back

To your table

At this tiny little bar.