Catch my hand, drink with me the heat of August
Licking it up and down, before the Earth drowns in the sun
I'm always coming back for spring, at the time she sings
Neck against neck, cradle love
Your hands murmur in a quiet inhalation
Your instrument, shudders in the deep thrumming of strings, in the vibration of the body
Music, shed, hushed, dissolved, a creation of its own
A wilted flower grows out in the storm
Shades of ancient ashes reborn in mossy grass
I stand by and watch the seasons change before my eyes
