Perfect poem for that graphic, fish hawk. Thank you.
BTW, you wrote a poem several years ago that I wish I had saved when I read it and now I don't know where it was that I did read it. It was so beautiful and moving....and sensual. It was about a woman cooking at her kitchen stove. Do you know the one? I would love to read it again, if you have it. I would be so grateful if you could freepmail it to me. If not, I will keep searching for it. It may be on an old thread from years ago.
Have a wonderful day. It is freezing cold in not-so-sunny California. I can only imagine how wonderful the warm sun feels in Maui. You are one lucky dude, fish hawk. LOL
WHAT IS MUSIC
What is music
But some lines on a paper
With little black dots and flags
Until someone picks up the violin
What is life
But a matter of time
And the routine I choose to follow
Until you enter the room
What is love
But a loosely used word
In songs and verse by lonely poets
Until you grew around my heart
And at that point
I discovered music,life, and love.