Falling one by one;
They rush and splatter
And scatter us.
Then, the wind subsides
And the storm is over--
The air clears
And life begins again
Funny,
You always worry
What you say to me—
But did you forget?
I hear
Your secret whispers
In the night;
I hear the rumours
After the lightning—
Grumbles of regrets
As if your feelings
Would make me
Upset...
They don't.
So, don’t parse
What you say,
Don't worry, Love,
Those puffs of air
Are bursts of passion;
A fugue with voices
In arpeggio.
Yes, sometimes
Words are significant—
But mostly,
They’re notes on a piano.