Yet I felt no attraction
But saw his beauty,
And admired it.
His gray waves
Splashing upon the Earth
Frightened me,
What could I do with the dark?
His endless dedication,
Although life threatening,
But I remember his songs,
That made me alive,
His howling agony,
Carrying out the piercing rhythms
Of his soul, and mine
Years of dedication
Only to master the art of melancholy
