In Secret Reverie

In secret reverie
I pipe away,
bouncing, raucous music
in sharp keys.

Nubile youths dance,
forgetting that
they, too, are mortal.

The music draws me out
and now it seems that
I am the audience
to a song from a world
a shadow away.

It stops- I stop,
listening attentively
as it reverberates through
my memory, passes,
and is gone.