I wrote this yesterday:

The flickering light from a candle
in a dark room
The sound of falling rain
merge with the sound of a piano
I am lifted into a world
where the simple things matter
I am compelled to find this simplicity
in a story of melancholy
a dream of light, of beauty
of art made with the soul
that sought to give answers to questions
only a heart could ask
What of life?
What of love?
Where does the mystery hide
in a world that so often forgets
that it is divine to dream,
that more often follows others
than to stop and listen to the music
of their own hearts...