A Poem for the Weekend

I don't have anything new, but here's a golden oldie.
Appropriately it has to do with music....

“An air that kills”
(to FC, with thanks)

Music drifts into the night air
and catches my ear and I pause
as the melody takes shape
and brings a thought
just deep enough for tears.
We danced to this tune
just one time,
and that one time enough,
so long ago and long forgot
until now and your eyes
shine again and I hear
you whisper underneath
the song, a memory
that pricks without the power
to console.

(The title is taken from a poem by A.E. Housman.)
September 19, 2001