Love left
One early morning
Dressed in dark Prussian blue
Christian Dior
Permeated the air
Hiding the rancid fumes
Of years gone by
Beethoven
Stood in a corner
Pretending to be a conductor
Whose train was delayed
Crescendo, motto, piano
Whistle and warnings
Forgotten tunes of forgotten tribes
Play in our hearts
Sweet, soft and mushy
Like the inside of a star fruit
Copyright 2009 Alain Millon
