it is you who do not
hear
the delicate chords of lightness
which could be
our Beings
and the orchestrated season is
not even yet
complete

Impatient and timid, you strum tactlessly
off-keys
Away from an audacious harmony
restless, self-indulgent, tepid
HONESTY
justifying hints of discordance
sang for all your
muses

broken strings?

not-broken


You, nor



Me