Coffee And Music And Rain

as you play the piano
the rain outside has not ceased

the notes fall like rain
music is a crying
song

the cries become music
to my ears

there is no sadness that
is sadness per se

because sadness has meaning
it has a purpose

just like every note that
must have a place in this afternoon
sonata

to create that blend of
sweetness and bitterness over a cup
of brewed coffee

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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