Dawning Creations

I can’t listen to your song.
I’m changing the dial.
It’s too pretty.
All it does,
is bring tears to my eyes.

Your fingers tip toe
along the piano keys,
hitting every note,
peaking endlessly
before my ears.
I want to listen,
all the way through,

Tears will surely follow.
You’re above all the rest.
Your song is more beautiful than
the cricket song during summer,
the gentle rain shower in spring,
the crunching of footsteps
in the dead of winter,
the rhythmic dance of leaves,
sailing in try autumn breeze.

So why can’t I listen,
when I already admire such beautiful things?