Small windows 
Looking outward 
Show me a sequined sky 
Rubies shine in my glass of wine 

Dusk breezes 
On oiled water 
Paint a pointillist facade 
It's ceaselessly shifting world -- 

Like today I'm far away 
I see your face behind each time-blurred pane 

Strings vibrate 
Music leaps out 
In a shimmering intrigue 
Words unsaid whirl away like dust 

From the sidewalk-sweeper's broom 
Across a fold in space you touch my hand