When she sings, it’s as if to three audiences:
the one sitting in front of her, the one
whose songbook she won’t let fade,
and one yet to be, having embraced the others.
Four lines, everyday
When she sings, it’s as if to three audiences:
the one sitting in front of her, the one
whose songbook she won’t let fade,
and one yet to be, having embraced the others.