And says the musician
"I wrote time and meter...

At Time's origin,
Her silken skin...

Turtlenecks and scarves
Bundling our hearts...

The hum is in the eaves
Alight with 8am and...

Another day raining sunlight into the slipstream
Turning dreams beneath the seas...

Gently she says, gently
Take my hand and...

I love to stumble upon your discarded shoes
Cutely aside, where they last carried you...

Love is the sound of a soul
Breaking loose of its mortal coil...

You,
Rolling smiles under the covers...

There were written on these old houses
Of soldiers and mice, moonlit and soused...

Weather-whipped sunlight canvassing
Passing trees whirling about...

The sun goes down
Eyelids and smiles...