Nihilist

A soft rain

Touches the black glass

Of a plaza that reflects

The shining galaxies above

I listen to the melodies

Played through a delicate piano

An instrument of grace

Each note echoing a purpose

To touch the surface above the horizon

If I am blessed with the wish

I hope that those notes

Will shatter that surface

And grasp your hand

To bring you down

With the light of the storm

For you are the gravity

That brings the tears of the stars

Crashing to the earth

And I will be the glass

To bury your sadness

Within the precise cracks

Of my shattered heart

Until I can reflect the shine

Of the distant moonlight again