Accidental Serenade

Accidental Serenade

The night is still and my sleep weighs

My body down to the bed—his bed.

Floating in lucid dreams, I hear

His voice sing out loud as he plays.

And though slumber cages me still,

His music summons my soul to wake.

Limbs too weak to move, I lie in the dark

Smiling with every word, every note.

For the magic of him has caught me whole.