Poet on the Piano
3 years ago
You captured the grace of stars,
storing their luminescence in the basement,
under the stairs.
Consequently, young hearts pursued
the pathway to your home, wondering
how mysteries of the sky can fall down
and still burn.
You never saw it coming, the queries,
the gazes, the awe knocking at your door,
until morning dawned and you fathered
in the basement
never saw it coming
under the stairs