An Open Window

It's late.
The gentle strains of a piano
float through my open window.

Night gathers the folds of her heavy skirt
tiptoes past my window sill...pauses;
Enthralled.

A baby bird stirs in its sleep,
the gentle rising and falling of notes
caresses it back to lost slumber.

The eucalyptus tree leans in closer
yearning to twirl with the dancing notes.

Venus twinkles from faraway skies
rapt in quiet admiration.

And I drift into a joyful sleep
wrapped in the fragrance
of my Maker's music.