Raintime Jazz

The rain tumbles persistently out of the sky

drumming on the roof overhead

flowing in the flood of night,

while two bodies lie entwined in a loft

hidden under the eaves.

Inside in the warm,

golden-dimmed light

the hours pass unchecked,

an idle dreamtime,

floating on the faint jazz rhythms

of a faraway piano,

carrying the room back in time,

passing through the decades.

We watch as history flashes by

as if on a silver screen,

until the dawn breaks

and the last strand of melody

unfurls and slips away

as a satin ribbon

into the pale

water-blue sky.

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