In response to an abstract painting of Nathan Moshinsky:

This is a masterpiece !  It strikes me with its powerful singularity-  the mosaic bears deep words-
it's beautiful poetry and resonates with the weight of tantalising atonal music.

What I write
might not be right
but I'll not be stopped:
free expression is my right

when such freedom
is stifled or suffocated
democracy will witness
an instant moral death

The next is no guarantee
to be better or happier:
hold your own where you are
this is your sanctum, sure and secure

Myself I'll empty
in holding nothing
I'll be set free

what will destroy
is the 'plenty'
it goes on infinitely

that which is greedy
knows no sufficiency
its needs run ceaselessly

myself I'll empty
readily, happily
in this is my tranquillity

You're the river
me, the ripple

you're the rainbow
me, the cloud below

you're the breeze
my face you kiss

you're the flower
me, the stem holding you together

you're the inspirer
me,  the singer

you're my heart-string
me, your violin

you're the sunbeam
me,  on which you shine--the stream

you're the star
me, the light I receive from afar

you're my answer
me, the inquirer

you're the prize
me, you tantalise

you're the sentences
me, a series of phrases

you're the meadow
me, the grass below

you're the bee
I'm the flower, waiting for thee

you're the pyjama
me, the wearer

you're my finder
me, the lost one in wander

you're the teaching years
me, the one you wiped my past tears

you're the destination
me, heading in that direction

you're my all
you'll never allow me to fall.

you' re still my lover
when my days are over.

Let others speak
you'll have your turn
be patient, listen
much will you learn

Life has endless eyes
it pries
be aware
it will tantalise

look away
secure your own prize
be your own master
in this alone will you rise