A soft rain
Touches the black glass
Of a plaza that reflects
The shining galaxies above
I listen to the melodies
Played through a delicate piano
An instrument of grace
Each note echoing a purpose
To touch the surface above the horizon
If I am blessed with the wish
From a star dashing across the sky
I hope that those notes
Will shatter that surface
And grasp your hand
To bring you down
With the light of the storm
For you are the gravity
That brings the tears of the stars
Crashing to the earth
And I will be the glass
Glossed over the soil
To bury your sadness
Within the precise cracks
Of my shattered heart
Until I can reflect the shine
Of the distant moonlight again