Poem Noir
She stands
in the spotlight
siren in a sequined black dress
a cameo in soft sadness
surrounded by darkness
her voice as warm
and moist
as a Monet water lily.
All those faces
with distant gray traces
stare at her
out of the dark
lured into her sweet
melancholy.
Smoke hangs in the air
like a mist
over a midnight bayou.
Deep backstage
willows rustle
in dim moonlight
as a restless breeze
passes through.
Willow… weep for me
sings.the Lorelei
Within the tall green rock
in the river
captive hearts still try
to beat time
but the river
will not stop
not even for all those aches
that consume memory.
Heavy clouds pass over
a crescent moon;
last notes echo
out of a piano
Fade to stillness;
fade to dream.