The Three-minute Song

Your voice was like the autumn wind,
warm and soft – soft enough to melt into tears
and to fall like rain amongst the pianist’s arpeggios.

It was a world of whispered thoughts:
melodious, refrained, enigmatic.
It was a world only three minutes in length,
ending too soon –

like that time when reality faded too soon
into memories,
and I just kept on wishing
Time would forget about itself
and smile with us

for the rest of eternity.