Duet: Rosie’s Dream

In Memory of Rosie DeJong

Sometimes in my dreams,

I’m thinking of you.

music is pouring down on me like rain.

I hear the sound of your laughter.

I can hear thunder, but it is soft, and very far away.

I see the clouds high above the moon.

Somewhere in a small house,

I can see right through the windows.

George is playing

The music is soft; touching me

on the black keys, never touching the white ones.

like a forest stream.

His fingers are floating over them

The water ripples in the wind.

like a memory slowly unfolding itself.

I can see you right here before me.

If you were to ask me

I can almost taste your skin.

the sound of that music,

It is like electricity.

I would tell you it is a sound like no other.

My heart is opening like a breached dam.

 It is the scent of orchids blooming in the restless night.

The flowers are endless.

It is your sound, Rosie.

I hear only whispers.

Peace.