I am addicted to your spare landscape. br Each dropp of rain is distinct as a tear. br A lemon touch of old sun scores the mind. br Joy chafes our subtle thoughts into a flame. br br Strong music would be hurtful to the mood. br A whisper has the power to cross seas. br I meet you on the dusk bridge of your choice. br Nothing is foreign to the color blue. br br Time mixes metaphors in shades of smoke. br The palette pleases the discerning eye. br A shadow bird sings to the falling air. br That song goes with us to infinity.