Miles Davis on the stereo
muted horn singing the melody
while snow falls outside my window
candle flickers
in the near-gloaming
evening
cats warm
by the fireplace
softly purr-snoring
and thoughts of you
drift in through
the cracks in my mind
side-by-side
with contentment
and relaxed ease
and as the horns
unmute themselves
and cascade in melody
these thoughts of you
tug on the strings of memory
unraveling me just a bit
one glass of wine
nearly finished
blurs my thoughts just enough
and memory joins with
longing and loneliness
for just a moment
until I watch the snowfall
and hear the cats purring
and let the melody take me
to a mood
that is anything
but blue
