Just by chance

A sleepless city in an eastern country.
A dark, small jazz bar.
An old piano played by an even older man.

A barely empty glass of whisky.
A pair of almond eyes on dark skin
that find a pair of green ones, just by chance.

The notes are following the rythm of their own music,
that magic sound they make with their lips
when they kiss.

For the first time
their souls are not worrying about the future
but enjoying the fleeting beauty of the present moment.

Thoughts are vanishing,
memories fading out.

Everything is becoming fuzzy and beautiful
and as He goes through this sweet December,
is finally able to forget.