A Rain Mix

Feeling echoes falling
from the dark,
another tear dripping
from the light of the moon
wakes me like rain
falling on the mangroves.

I search for the eyes
of  lonely lost in chains
of  rain's unsung blues.

 I’d  still be your piano,
a steady beat of your drum
or  just another chord
that your guitar strums.
Such  lives  my opposite attraction.
Lonely sounds that says," will you play me"