Frederic in the Rain

–  listening to Chopin’s Prelude c# Opus 45 in a tropical downpour

The rain  surges in a fierce drive

to drown  the music, only making

it  more intimate and alive.

The prelude  murmurs   with pleasure,

with chords that speak of  longing, and

leaps into the  brightest of  sunlight,

only to fall  into a deep dive.

Oh   Frederic, dear friend of mine,

what did the rains do in Majorca

that leaves  me high like a heady wine?

And why the eternal enigma

that is your  Opus Forty-five?