Don't write about ideas ... write about convictions of the heart. - Leonard Cohen

The Maestro says it's Mozart but it sounds like bubble gum when you're waiting for the miracle to come.

No juice to be hopeless, no heart to be sad.
I tried in the wind, tried in the sand.

To a Young Nun

This undemanding love
that our staggered births
have purchased for us — You in your generation,
I in mine.
I am not the one
you are looking for.
You are not the one
I've stopped looking for.
How sweetly time
disposes of us
as we go arm in arm
over the Bridge of Details:
Your turn to chop.
My turn to cook.
Your turn to die for love.
My turn to resurrect.