Sisters stroke the violin
Embroidered in their crinoline
Whalebone hoops enforce the cage
Adding to their quiet rage



What do they call you
smiling glad lady?
And who breaks your bread
for the feast?
Minstrels see your
eyes twinkle and
your throat purr

Who will claim your hand
and your heart?


swimming in the now

and in the end, we hold our heads
and fly into the blue
a solo flight, of pure delight
magnificent and true
pain is left on ocean floor
and as we take our bow
the final act, is what we thought
we're swimming in the now