A Stone Pathway

There’s a house
of my dreams
with a pathway leading to the door
its stones laid symmetrically
one after the other
like piano keys.
On some nights,
when sleep proposes hide and seek
I plead hopscotch
on this stone pathway
and together,
as we tire the night away,
out of nowhere the air gets lined
with sweet sound of piano
a mellow, dark rich tone
just like the earth
against which it stands stark
lulling us three to bed
sleep, me,
and a night so dead.