Echoes of the Stranger

Poetry for “Echoes of the Stranger”

He was sitting at a white piano
The keys glistening in the morning light
I had never seen him before, this stranger
He looked at me, and smiled ever so curiously
It was as if he knew me
And for a second, I felt as though I knew him
At that moment he began to play
A melody so beautiful, gorgeous
I was captivated
I didn’t want to forget
This beautiful melody played by the stranger
And then my eyes opened, and I realized where I was
It was a dream…
I ran to the piano, quickly, to play that melody
The echoes of the stranger were with me
And now, they are with you too