In the still..

All cleaned up
Breakfasted
Showered,
My sometime landlady gone
with canisters of gas to distant friends,
the washing on,
the contact lenses done,

The silence between the piano notes
of Beethoven on the radio,
Allow the daylight in, and
with it, birdsong

The spot of you I scrubbed,
then regretted,
wanting it to still be there

In the stillness,
the breathless air,
A piano scale tumbles
down the stair

And a violin grows a tree in my heart.