living only
on memories

fallen on my knees
asking only to please

who is greater than me,
the Creator.

you realized
your jazz quartet

called Alcatraz
on the last train

to San Francisco
and woke up

at the club
with a large audience

you cut out
before the final dance

of life
when death declined

to rival your life.

by the rocky shore
you move with

known eyes
along the water

searching for flounder
and then we site

the fishing boat
we round her

and our wishes
come to us.

a drone
flies near the slate roof

the sky
is still there

by the branches
of the elm

while blues from my
guitar is being played

the ferry
with tourists

docks by the shore
on the wind gusts

of an isolated storm
on the coast

with orange frenzied
light

two of us
reading

on the same line
striking a chord

by the piano
like shadows

leaving our memories
behind