Arriving dry from a dash down Buttercup Hill
you taught me how
to walk between raindrops
to live
between numbered days
to speak
between words
our inner life sings with Mozart’s viola
outvoiced by violin
by cello
yet so needy of her harmony.
Arriving dry from a dash down Buttercup Hill
you taught me how
to walk between raindrops
to live
between numbered days
to speak
between words
our inner life sings with Mozart’s viola
outvoiced by violin
by cello
yet so needy of her harmony.