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.
Sometimes you don’t remember she’s gone
-You should, it’s quiet- in the rooms, outside
And it’s quiet because she’s died...
Sometimes everything is grace
Sunday evening after dinner
My love plays – talent’s in her...
