turn down the bed

If I play music in this room, will

it linger when I’m gone?

Will it turn the tides

of someone else’s

nightmare

As the melody returns off

the back of the plane

coursing ahead in a sky too

crowded for human

ambition?

Now, if I play

music in the room

Will you stay?

Will you hear me there,

Saying it’s okay

To turn down the bed

Turn out the light

To think of me