for alice, with love

a hope
a whisper in your ear
of something
truly glorious,
an open window
to another world
strange
and unsettling in
that curious,
half-smiling way
you and I
shared dreams,
and
love and loss
and nostalgia
for yesterday's clouds
and all around us
music
from your finger tips -
was that when I first knew
I loved you as my kin
you were playing chopin
I think it was then
or centuries ago