Why just the violin can speak the truth
when all the sounds are disingenuous...
hear the duet of
your question and the silence...
No one is behind these closed doors.
There are no birthday parties...
From nothing to everything
we are...
When the crucifiers
crusade...
Tell me something heartfelt and fair.
Tell me something kind...
All my ventures in the flesh of grapes
were because...
These lessons are what gluing us together,
to this world...
Beauty and youth
have no choice...
Are the trees just acting out their loneliness,
their separation from the fire...
In the throat of an hourglass,
all tilts, all turns...
Like a little sparrow
lost in the rain...