Down the darkened stairs
the tenor flows up
to greet me, beckoning
to come to the door
Step quietly, listening
to that sound like angels
singing, fearing it will
stop before I can reach
the door, before I can sit
in that tattered chair.
Before I can listen to
that beautiful tenor that
brings back memories
of peaceful dreams and
looking into eyes
blue like mine Wishing
time would stop, this moment
last forever I reach the
door, the tenor quiets Tug
of disappointment sets in
before it starts again
as I sit to hear him
sing to me