"Nights Left In Fall"

"Nights Left In Fall"

Lightest of taps
gliding across the surface.
Not tentative.
Never nervous.
A service to their gracious performer.
Charmer of moves with
incremental improvements....
rapture subdued with
slower,
paced,
more graceful movements
that the eye
nor the mind
would know what to do with
so the heart takes the lead.
Increase in speed
and this course of action
places passion before the rest.
Best description I've found
given to harmony in view
rather than just in essence.
Refreshing and new.
Familiar and true.
Demonstrative and mean.
Gentle and serene.
A scene that isnt seen
but experienced rather
for the eyes can't fully comprehend
all there is to take in.
Therein lies a definition:
My best interpretation
of what it feels like to be
overwhelmed.
One might elect to take the helm
as a means of surveying plainly
but the same who see more before
will surely be as captivated after
whether observing as near as the door
or as far up high as the rafters.
Rapture at ease
in front of the keys.
Ran with a lead
just to blow with the leaves.
Started ahead
just to land in that bed.
No words exchanged
but you heard what I said.
Sound a million hearts might follow.
Fodder for those feeling hollow
but these notes we hold so dear
harmonize when you are near.

Where are you...

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz