I sit here in my computer chair
Alone, in this huge house...

Here I go
I turn on the flow...

The girl sitting in my class
One row over, three desks down...

The man, sitting in the computer chair
With a grey sweater and the smell of hard work...

A poem can mean so much and so little
So simple and so complex...

Watching, listening, feeling
Noticing, noticing...

He picks up the stick
And looks carefully at the table...

The girl, with her midnight hair
And slender, graceful body...

She walks in the sunshine and the rain
Ever smiling, ever walking...

Slowly stepping out in to the mist
I look for the path I have yet again missed...

Hidden in time
Deep beneath the moon...

Now I will tell you
What I've done for you...