To the wound playing the piano
Before the sunset of mid April
        I hereby declare my gratitude
For all the raindrops that fall
According to the tune of your solitude.

Your medley was raising flowers,
                                catching time,
                               trying to make sound
Of grandfather’s old clock
                                which still tells the tale
Of the lady in green
                                While casting off,
                                painting shadows
For the distance braided by endless waltz

To the freezing lake of the looking glass,
Where I carved the codes and messages,
        I hereby declare my gratitude,
                                     and vows,
for the blue vinyl which sings out
The equinox’s most favored scarlet eyes.

To the afternoon tomb where we wandered
To the vines tangling on your dancing fingers
               For all the tears in a song I do not fathom
               And the abyss where we fell but never land
                                               Here I send you a poem of gracious longing