(Piano) Practice

Lights shine through
Trees blowing in
Cool nighttime breeze.

Leaves crackling,
Briskly striding,
So much to do.

Eleven o’clock is
Fast approaching.

Sit on my throne
Unveil my soul,
Lost in the sound.

Almost finished on
This lovely evening.
Not much left now.

Eleven o’clock is
Fast departing.

© J. Sean McVey