a twig
into a fruitful oak tree –
that’s what passion’s done
for me

Passion turns
a lonely flute’s crescendo
into a rocking house concerto

Without passion
the sun would be fatally jaundice
our dreams would be beyond us

the world would be flat
it’s opening a slat
gusto is a must, though I’ve seen

some chaps with their heads down
in their lap looking so discord
because they are bored –

their face and emotion are ashen
what they lack is passion