Seb's pt. 1
By: Meghan Coley
From a dark street, his music calls her in
A sign’s red glow lights up her pallor face
Stopped in her tracks, unsure of her slowed pace
Her hand now reaching for the door, begin
A dream of love, actor and musician
The restaurant is a crowded smokescreen gate
Through which her body passes, stops to wait
For what? The piano man’s attention?
Or confirmation that she’s meant to be
In this place, entranced by notes and runs
That flow from hands she’ll soon hold in her own
She wants to know, “Are you playing just for me?”
And to let time run, to see what comes.
Perhaps that’s how dreams’ seeds are always sown
La La Land (2016)
From a dark street, his music calls her in
A sign’s red glow lights up her pallor face
Stopped in her tracks, unsure of her slowed pace
Her hand now reaching for the door, begin
A dream of love, actor and musician
The restaurant is a crowded smokescreen gate
Through which her body passes, stops to wait
For what? The piano man’s attention?
Or confirmation that she’s meant to be
In this place, entranced by notes and runs
That flow from hands she’ll soon hold in her own
She wants to know, “Are you playing just for me?”
And to let time run, to see what comes.
Perhaps that’s how dreams’ seeds are always sown
La La Land (2016)
All Text Copyright (C) 2023 Meghan Coley
