Your loneliness is infectious and soon I’m diseasedUnable to bear your loud silences
While you dread my songs in unpleasant keys
We whisper our agony only they register as incoherent echoes
I hold you without words and in an instant we were both cure
The Music Master by Frank Duveneck
Thanksgiving is upon us Canadians. This year there is to be cake not pies, I'm thrilled.
I hope you are all happy and well,