I shall not fear of parching for your drop or two is enough Even a tear would quench more than my lip, my soul Cry me thrice, laugh me once Leap more, tiptoe less Break this earthen vessel if you wish Just donβt leave a love song behind For it will just maim a hollow tune Like a broken violin in incandescent moon Or a lone shell perpetually humming The melody of his unmet clam or hermit.