Best friend, play for me

When I press you with my lips,

For my life glistens and wavers

Like a song.

Take my breath

And whirl it through you to dim perfection.

Let my hands be your lost branches

Until our song is done.

O friend,

The drum demands my hands

To dance upon your smooth skin

Again and again, to make you sing

To that silent one listening somewhere.

Find the way, friend, fo rmy heart

To call that silence here to stay.

Be my flame until our song is done.