grief and love

so here i sit.
by myself.
the window open,
the wind flowing in,
caressing my face.
a momentary company.

the sky is grey.
the rain is coming,
and somewhere, softly
sounds a lone piper
playing a lament.

the rain begins to fall,
the piper's harmony.
and we sit and hear,
breathing it in,
remembering,
as our heart breaks.