sad songs

she played
the sad songs
over and over again

cluing me in
on the rain clouds
within

deep inside her heart

she seldom spoke
when she played the
mellow keys

but often sang
when the memories
overtook her

you never heard
such a rousting version
of walk forward
eileen

or the polka version
of tread softly on
sunshine

the lines form gently
upon her face

tracing each pain

but she still sounds the same

even if all
the songs are sad

(had)