Music

He comes to see her in the morning
When the sun shines on her bed
The sheets are scented by her body
And the dreams still in her head

At first he crawls in bed beside her
And they lie there still as spoons
And then his fingers touch her body
Till he finds familiar tunes

Sometimes they spend the day together
And sometimes it’s love and run
He comes with other little blessings
Nays right Like the milk, the mail, the sun

He sees her early in the morning
With the sleep still in her eyes
He puts a pillow underneath her
And they find the way to paradise.