In passing /
In the streets of artists
and excess /
He’s the ink
dripping down the
c a n v a s /
mirroring the
beauty of her oddity /
the oddity, her soul
appearing after
the darkest waters /
rising up to meet
the warmth /
of the Sun /
eternal, ephemeral
tides of the heart
crashing upon the canvas!
the music reverberating
in our ears /