Forest Music*

Kevin dear, your piano is left all alone

and the whole forest is waiting on you in silence.

We all need your stories and your endless passion.

We miss your way of being a human,

no more and no less.

A human with all silly mistakes and confused feelings

with a marred soul from grief and pain

purified through compassion and curiosity,

searching the world with open eyes,

glowing in excitement and bright with dreams.

The wind is trying to tell your story,

rustling through leaves and branches.

Yet the words flee and the melody fades.

Kevin dear, everyone is looking at the empty seat.

Come back, your story is not finished yet,

the piano is yearning for the caress of your fingers

and so does the wind that tussles through these trees. 

*original title of the photo, of which I own no copyrights