Silence in D Minor

I like the sound of Me now.
Melody,
Rhythm.

I play alone.
I sing louder than before.
Knowing that sometimes,
we play in unison
far apart.

The sun is awake
and the morning coffeeness
is floating gracefully around me
like the ghost of a passionate lie.

I sing a bit longer,
louder still.
Songs I know you know.
Hearing your harmony
so complimentary even when
I hid from my voice and my Self.

I hear an echo
of a classical interlude
you threw in for a laugh,
when we were like
limitlessly powerful magnets.

I am painted all over with you
and sometimes
every song
makes me cry.