Denzel Washington smiles.
Now the white is more radiant...

Amongst the gasps of an accordion
we were dancing...

Seeker:
_Master! teach me you...

A mirror stranger,
a parallel line in motion...

On and on forever
the perfection lost...

He mumbled:
_for a man who writes just for his shadow...

Time is spiral film
a reel...

It was not a glass menagerie of thorns
it was a a flower house...

Was it the disease that killed me
or...

Sometime is utterly hard to see,
this is not the world, as we see...

To be here,
To listen...

I did not just fall in love with you
I remembered you...