two notes echo still

near the piano

they hover

middle C, B flat

a warm scent

jasmine and almonds

hangs in the air

footsteps

softly retreating

I remember that

whenever I think

of the music room

the passageway

door to the garden

open a crack

the window

looks out to the sea

where the tides

roll out and back

washed over grey

to the distant blue