Night Music
for Li Po
I don’t open envelopes anymore.
I don’t search for anything
in my filing cabinet.
I dream about empty room
in old houses.
I watch my phone like
it’s a t.v. show.
The neighbors sit
on their front porches
and shout at each other.
I talk to no one.
A miracle is happening
in the distance.
Thunder, lightening and rain.
I turn the lights and t.v. off,
sit back, listen and wait.
Music in the night time of my soul.
James Wood