"A cat has nine lives. For three he plays,
for three he strays,
and for the last three he stays."
each stage
every song
changes meaning
as ever year goes by - a record of
love searched: found: lost - it spins
a little empty inside perhaps
that’s best
a shattering
of colored glass
I had
carefully arranged
with each song
played
often
a tinge of truth
in darkness
a single sigh
then
no
more or less
a soft curl around the hand
then escape
9 lives
gone