I’m not going to Europe this weekend
But what I am doing is what I love
I’m making music that will never end
Yes, music and me fit like hand in glove
Tonight, for instance, after work, a rough
Idea has been laid down, an artist’s sketch
Which will become a sculpture when enough
Time’s been spent chipping away, careful touch
With ears for eyes and hands, trying to catch
Each divine revelation that is sent
From my feminine angel up above
In time, melody, harmony will hatch
Into a strutting cockerel, loud, unpenned
Waking the lovers, making sounds of love
Tue 26 May 2009
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