Midnight Visit

It’s after midnight this old house creaks with years of standing

its joints not massaged and unattended by anyone living

the street outside is black with only an orange streetlight silently casting shadows of life

you enter my thoughts without notice without my permission you’re here

just a whisper of your breath at my back raising hair in places unvisited

the music enters through my ears and exit my fingers crookedly on keys

there’s nothing more to say you are a quiet bat lightly gliding like heaven

in somebody’s book, a life I once knew but never cried because you are gone

fly away old friend one last time and blow me a kiss and a sweet goodbye.