A Dance of Stars

all is still within the silent moon of sleep,
yet within the silence there is the tune
as sweet as dew upon a flower petal, and as deep
as the heart of the waking morn.

the saxophone drifts upon the dawn,
as light as a breeze, as fresh as new born
leaf in bud; if you knew you would
dance with the fading stars.

© Phillip Mellor 2015