You made music at the restaurant.
We made music on a mattress on a floor.
The music was sweet.
Days and nights of searching for both of us,
Adrift, looking for a beacon that would point the way,
We found each other for a moment.
A safe harbor where the water was still
With nothing but gulls soaring above,
Stars like diamonds and the moon’s reflection on the bay.
A moment now lost in time
When you made music at the restaurant
And we made music on a mattress on a floor.