When you express yourself like this,
What can you say to me?
I guess all I can do is kiss
You and hug you and let you sleep.
Everyone reads your poetry.
Looks at your paintings divine.
You make men pause and women, weep.
There is no bottle that holds such a wine.
There is no city that contains
A gift I could give you. I go outside. It rains.
I march around between ten and two
And maybe some people wonder what I do,
Or wonder if there is a moon in the sky
That’s also a sun, and can I explain why
The revolution in the mountains
Has not spread to the sea.
When you express yourself in art,
What can you say to me?
