strolling down main i first heard
your laugh (before I met you) i find
it's your fortune to laugh always at
the joy that is your mind

i first watched you move in maths
to make wood moan and sing
feeling you play you'd know my heart
realized in strings

passing notes in the middle-night to
discuss a light, your dreams of colour
or a flash of cosmic bright

we found our best jokes
at the last page of books
and the bottom of teacups
and in quiet looks

your heart is all air
and never alone
you will find your own way
you are already home.