By Christopher Lake
Date: 19 June 2000

Non Piangere

I hang up the phone that night
and think about what you said
and what it could have meant
until I don't want
to think any longer
but just forget
and lose myself
in that aria of Puccini
(non piangere)
and the words 
I hear myself say 
(don't cry)
but too late 
spoken only to the emptiness
and the echoing music
a sadness so great
nothing can hold it
so it fills the room
like passions suddenly freed
like water