Indulging in the discovery
that there is silence in a bowl
Then annoyed by footsteps
humming a made-up tune
in the background.
There is such a pain in heart
caused by beauty.
A piano adds a laboured beat
to the strings song of longing.
She met him on the terrace steps
in the wood.
With giant Beech for banisters and
on a carpet of moss they stand small
on separate steps and say nothing.