Polyverse 1/11/2003, round 1, #4

When isn't crying enough for lovesick Italian butterflies

When shall I hear the trumpet, and
Isn't it only music, or shall I go about
Crying in the wilderness, for a new sonata, a new voice
Enough for La Scala, for any house, for the Grand Canyon
For you and I together
Lovesick and murmuring in broken
Italian, we forget that
Butterflies are silent.

Amber is purple; John is pink; Terry is orange; Habeeb is grey; Kevin is green