No One Would Think He'd

My Eyes Were Often Full Of Tears (i Could Not Tell Why) And At Times A Flood From My Heart Seemed To Pour Itself Out.

He Found In The World Without As Actual What Was In His World Within As Possible.

I Have Left My Book, I Have Left My Room, For I Heard You Singing Through The Gloom.

But My Body Was Like A Harp And Her Words And Gestures Were Like Fingers Running Upon The Wires.

Places Remember Events.