AT 4:42 A.M.

There was Chopin piano music,

and a printer taking its time with documents,

and two pencils sitting side by side,

and a lamp with a green shade

that glowed like a gift.

There were his hands,

happy after being washed,

and his heart holding feelings

like sprays of flowers.

There was breath

bringing the universe in,

sending it out,

bringing it in.