The melody of a Flugelhorn floated out from my “Nook”, as the moon light escaped through the vertical shades, skipping on to the floor.  My bare foot followed the dancing soft moonlight and the melody, turning, and turning…. 

How I wish I could say “good night” to you!

A simple “good night”, just a simple “good night”!

I tried to imagine the joy of freely saying “good night” to someone, but I couldn’t.

I never understood freely saying the simple wish of “good night” every night was a right to be earned till now.

I had given up that right long ago.  I choose to dance alone on this beautiful night!  I have neither regrets nor complaints, just melancholy.

My finger touched the Nook again, the melody, the moonlight, and a single figure turning and turning in the room into the night over and over again…

Thank you for the music.  I wish, and wish very hard for you to hear – Good Night!

Oct. 2011