the violin and the piano
their sound supersedes the
clamor and the simmering pot
not quite boiling
not quite understood
the floors mean nothing
since they’ve been replaced
replaced but not restored
never to be the same
appearing out of nowhere
like a silver moon in disguise
the music filters through
making my world come to life
the violin and the piano
still echo in these walls
comforting my sorrow
and giving me repose
september two thousand sixteen
copyright j matthew waters
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jdubqca 
Like Rick’s bar almost… “As times go by”
Thanks, Björn, I’ll have to check out Rick’s bar.
In Casablanca (the movie)..
This was beautiful.
thank you very much, Lydia – always a pleasure having you visit here
You’re welcome!