Time is so brief I fear
In which to have you near
Your work extends you so
And I love you so dear
Our work is all one though
Whichever path we go
A labour without peer
To set the stage aglow
Pursue dramatic art?
Sounds grand – but that’s our part.
Stay with me in the race. I’m hanging in the saddle
Almost off. Reach now from your sure mount
And steady me. Seat assured...
A variation in your voice
One decibel from your tender-loving
And I’m lost...