an old poem, still think it may be my best so far...

Haunted Dreams
 
      Sky reflected
in eyes of blue
                      sparkle
   mischief and laughter.
 
      Strong, gentle
hands — stroking
                      keys
   of black and white
 
      passionate, worshipping.
Medley's of colour
                      create
   rainbows of notes
 
      stirs my core —
coiled anticipation.
                      Lips
   soft and dreamy
 
      whisper against my cheek
tracing their impression
                      stay
   long after they leave.