Whispering to you in the dark, I tried to touch
The earth, but could not.
I did not know where the earth was ——
I held your hand, felt the song and the ache, and
Saw I was no longer untouchable.
Your touch and kiss produce this insistent melody
That makes me conscious of my incoherence,
———My being out of tune.
But, play
on, please.
You'll get the song all right, in the end.
