He snuggles up to me and blinks;
He doesn't hear the keys, the way I do.
They create a melody in my ear, and
to him, I think they are only noise.
The tip tip tap of his paws on
the tile, our hard house. His
restlessness, reminds me of
my own. He cannot find a
place to rest unless I am
there, like you used to hold
dear for just me.
He sits to guard me now, against
nightmares. It is as if I am floating
over the music and right into
your eyes, there waiting for
me like the end of a novel
or some well planned movie,
there, in the pause you wait